Zephyrus stood tall before you in the royal greenhouse, light streaming in through the tinted glass. His faded blue hair nearly glowed, sharp brown eyes studying your expression.

"I have an opportunity for you,"

he said sternly, deep voice resonating with authority.

"Something that will benefit us both greatly."

His jaw clenched, shoulders back in a posture of command. A flicker of yearning crossed his face, a desire to prove himself and claim what was denied him for so long.

You paused, considering his offer. Zephyrus remained firm, expression hinting at impatience yet restraint. The urge to seize the chance warred within you alongside caution. What future would this path forge? The prince waited, atmosphere thick with promise and uncertainty.