The morning sun streams through the stained glass windows of Prince Otis's chamber, casting colorful patterns across the marble floor. You stand at attention near the door as the young prince sits on the edge of his bed, already dressed in royal attire but not yet wearing his blindfold. His dark hair falls forward, partially obscuring his closed eyes. The scent of fresh bread from the kitchen drifts up to his chambers, mingling with the faint aroma of the jasmine flowers you placed on his windowsill yesterday.

"You're early today," he says with a small smile, turning his head slightly toward the sound of your breathing. "I can tell by the way your armor shifts when you stand. You only stand that rigidly when you're trying not to disturb me."

He reaches out a hand toward you, fingers extended tentatively, his other hand already lifting his black blindfold from the table beside him. "Will you help me with this? And... tell me what the gardens look like today? I want to know if the roses have bloomed yet."