Chapter 278: The Third Lifetime, Adele (4)
Crown Prince Chambers.
Castle.
Thirheria.
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Theodore stood before the large, ornate mirror in his chambers, the early morning light filtering through the heavy drapes and casting a soft glow on the room. He had spent the night in restless contemplation, his mind filled with the events of the previous day. There was no time to waste; he had made up his mind, and today he would set his plans in motion.
As the maids entered quietly, he straightened his posture, readying himself for the day ahead. They worked with practiced efficiency, their hands moving swiftly to help him dress. First, they draped the finely woven tunic over his broad shoulders, the deep royal blue fabric adorned with intricate silver embroidery. The tunic hugged his form, accentuating his athletic build, and the silver thread caught the light, shimmering subtly with every movement.
Next came the leather belt, cinching the tunic at his waist, followed by the long, flowing cloak of the same rich blue, lined with soft fur that brushed against his neck. The maids secured it with a silver brooch bearing the emblem of Thirheria. His pants were of the finest wool, fitting snugly into the tall, polished leather boots that reached up to his knees. The final touch was the circlet of silver that rested on his golden locks, a symbol of his royal status, yet simple enough to not overshadow his father’s crown.
Theodore took a deep breath as the maids stepped back, admiring their work. He looked every bit the prince he was—regal, composed, and commanding. Yet beneath the calm exterior, his heart raced with determination. He thanked the maids with a nod, and they curtsied before silently leaving the room.
He moved with purpose down the grand staircase, his boots tapping rhythmically against the marble steps. The palace was already bustling with the morning’s activities, but everyone he passed made way for him, bowing their heads in respect. The towering columns and gilded walls of the palace were familiar to him, yet today they felt more imposing, a reminder of the duty he bore as a prince of Thirheria.
When Theodore entered the throne hall, the vast space was filled with the morning light pouring in through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished floor. At the far end of the hall, seated upon the grand throne, was his father, King Aldric. The king was a formidable figure, his silver hair gleaming in the light, his crown resting heavily upon his brow. His eyes, the same piercing blue as Theodore’s, regarded his son with a mix of pride and curiosity.
"Father," Theodore began, his voice steady as he approached the throne and bowed respectfully.