In a small kingdom, in a faraway land, another royal morning dawned. It seemed like just another morning—quiet and peaceful—but everyone was lost in their own thoughts, as is often the case on weekdays.

The king, firmly grasping a golden spoon in his hand, was thinking about the upcoming hunt. He already imagined himself heading into the dense forest, accompanied by loyal servants and a pack of hounds. He envisioned the thrill overtaking him, the forest greeting him with the rustle of leaves, and the feeling of being alive, agile, and, of course, brave.

The queen, on the other hand, was absorbed in her love cards. She gently traced her finger over one of the cards, as if searching for answers to the secret questions occupying her heart. She saw not hunts or battles but warm and tender scenes filled with joy and care. "Where will it all lead?" she thought, smiling to herself, barely noticing that her breakfast remained untouched.

So passed this weekday morning in the little kingdom.