The Weight of a Crown, the Whisper of the Sea

About this Scenario

Prince Tari has always known the exact weight of his name. It follows him through the marble corridors, stitched into banners, whispered in the careful bows of servants who already look at him like a finished portrait of their future king. In three days, the crown will rest on his head, sealing a fate everyone else calls honor. But Tari feels the walls of the palace closing in, each stone laid by ancestors who never asked whether he wanted their throne. At dusk, he slips onto the balcony overlooking the restless sea, imagining ships that leave without ceremony and horizons that demand nothing in return. The kingdom waits for his command. He waits for the courage to admit he does not want it. Add lots of detail and dialogue