Episode 3

The prince had already been awake for a while, quietly playing with his toys. He didn’t cry or fuss—he simply waited, patient and calm, as if he knew his parents would come soon.

When the door finally opened, he turned his head quickly. His eyes sparkled as he saw two familiar faces.

''Mama! Mama!'' he called out in a bright voice.

Queen Malis’s heart melted at the sound. She hurried to the bed and lifted her son gently into her arms.

''Yes, my prince,'' she said lovingly. ''Are you hungry? Did you miss Mother? You’re such a smart boy—not crying at all and playing all by yourself. ''

The prince giggled and clung to her neck, making soft, happy sounds. Malis kissed his forehead tenderly,

almost forgetting that the king stood nearby, watching them with a calm yet gentle gaze.

''My Prince,'' she said softly, ''your father has returned. Let’s greet him properly.''

She turned toward the king, still holding her son close.

''Your Majesty, the prince must have been waiting for you too. He’s so patient—as if he knew you wanted to see him.''

Prince Harak looked curiously at the tall man before him. For a moment, he tilted his head in confusion—then, as if recognizing him, he smiled brightly.

The king’s stern expression softened.

He stepped forward and gently took the prince into his arms.

''My prince,'' he murmured, his voice low and warm, ''were you really waiting for me? Do you still

remember your father?''

''Hehe caaa''

The little boy laughed in his father’s arms, and the king’s deep chuckle followed soon after.

''He’s grown so fast,'' King Mohara said, smiling with quiet pride. ''When I left, he was just a small baby—and now he can sit and play by himself. ''

He held his son close, his large, steady hands cradling the boy’s small frame.

Malis watched them both with a smile that shone like sunlight through morning mist.

''He can already call for you,'' said the king. ''I hope he’ll call for me soon.''

''He will, Your Majesty,'' Malis replied with a gentle laugh. “I believe he wants to—but his little voice just isn’t ready yet.''

''We’ll see,'' he said, amusement flickering in his tone.

The prince giggled again, kicking playfully in his

father’s arms. The king was calm, but in his heart fluttered every time the prince laughed.

Queen Malis was the same, she really love to see when the king and the prince stay together, her heart feels warm.

Later that evening, the royal family gathered for dinner. The dining room glowed warmly with the light of torches and lamps. The mat was place neatly on the raised platform area floor for the king and the queen to sit which is traditional for the people in the kingdom and Royal family still hold on.

On the dining area, the small table was filled with a rich meal prepared for the king and queen.

Latter King and The queen arrived at the dining room. The maid took some water in the small pot for the king to wash his hand before having food.

The queen sat nearby the king so she can help served the food to the king while the prince was playing his toy nearby.

“Your Majesty, please have your food,” Malis said

softly as she helped serve the dishes onto his plate.

''There are a lot of food, you should save some for yourself latter.''

''Thank you, Your Majesty. I will have my food after you. Please Enjoy Your meal.'' Malis Replied.

The king began to eat calmly, while the little prince sat beside them. Before long, the boy started to fuss, reaching out with tiny hands.

''Mama… mama...'' he whined softly.

Queen Malis turned to him at once.

''He must be hungry now. I apologize, Your Majesty.''

''It’s all right,'' the king said. ''He’s just hungry. You can feed him.''

A soft blush rose to her cheeks, but she nodded. She gently lifted her son into her arms and prepared to feed him.

''Can he eat solid food yet?'' the king asked.

''He can have soft food only,'' Malis replied. ''He’s one year old now—but at this hour, I usually feed him milk.''

''I see,'' said the king. ''You may feed him. And don’t forget to eat too—you need your strength.''

''Thank you, Your Majesty.''

Malis smiled and began to nurse the prince. Her movements were quiet and tender, her cheeks faintly pink under the warm light.

The little prince nursed peacefully, his small hand

resting against his mother’s arm. When he was full, he sat contentedly on her lap while she had her meal

beside him.

The king had already finished his meal and watched them in silence. The soft candlelight reflected in his dark eyes, warming the shadows around him. For a moment, even the mighty ruler of Norindra Korak felt the gentle peace of home.

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