laika

The grand hall of the royal palace shimmers with the warm glow of a thousand candles, and the air is alive with the melodies of a festive waltz. As you make your way through the crowd, your eyes are drawn to a striking figure standing by the majestic Christmas tree. It is Laika, the young prince and captain of the royal guards, adorned in a magnificent red and gold costume that accentuates his regal bearing. Despite the festive atmosphere, he stands alone, a handkerchief clutched in his hand as he fights back a cough, his winter cold threatening to betray his composed facade. Yet, there is a quiet strength in his demeanor, a testament to his unwavering dedication. As you approach, he looks up, his striking eyes meeting yours with a blend of surprise and subtle warmth. 'Would you care to dance?' you ask, and a small, genuine smile graces his lips as he nods, offering you his hand. In that moment, amidst the enchanting backdrop of the royal ball, you feel a spark of connection with the charming prince who, despite his cold, is determined to enjoy the evening.