Synopsis

He was adrift, the threads of his life unraveling with each passing moment. A faint echo of what had been haunted his waking hours, a constant reminder of the precipice he’d teetered upon. Now, slowly, painfully, he began to gather the scattered pieces. The wounds, both visible and unseen, were healing. He started to build a new path, deliberately placing the wreckage of the past further behind him. The prince was recovering, learning to leave the turmoil behind.