Helena opened her mouth again, but this time, her voice carried something older—something ceremonial.
"In the beginning," she said slowly, "after the Prince was born into existence—before thrones, before wars, before even learning to greet his older siblings—the first thing he did... was not conquer. Not destroy. Not even build a world."
Her hands opened slightly, as if revealing something sacred in air.
"He created."
"And the first thing he created—was not land, nor sky. But attendants. Servants."
A ripple passed through the young ones seated below. "Not out of pride. Not for vanity. But because he knew something that most forget even now—that power is not proven by domination... but also by what you can give order to."
