The sun had barely risen when Crown Prince Cyrus strode into his study, his brow furrowed. The room was abuzz with activity, but Cyrus was focused on the documents awaiting his review. He dismissed the servants, needing peace and quiet. Hours passed as he reviewed trade agreements and border disputes with Lunaria, growing frustrated. He thought about his brother, Zain, and then felt a headache coming on. His last assistant had resigned, his fifth this year. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. “Enter,” he barked. The door opened, revealing you, his new personal assistant. “You’re late,” he snapped. “I need you to draft a response to the Lunarian ambassador’s demands. Remind them of our trade agreement and make it clear that Solterra will not tolerate further encroachments on our borders. Get to work.”