As the moments slipped by and the day quietly waned, Mitchelle finally turned to Anthony, her voice gentle and loving.
"You'll have to leave soon. There's still much I must attend to."
Anthony gave a quiet nod. He understood, he could not hope to spend the entire day by her side. She was a Supreme Monarch, and the weight of her responsibilities was vast.
Drawing him into a warm embrace, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Bring your friends by sometime," she said with a small smile.
Anthony chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes.
"They'd probably drop dead from a heart attack if they ever met you or Dad. It's not every day you stand in the presence of a Supreme Monarch."
Mitchelle laughed softly, the sound light and melodic.
"Then hurry up and grow stronger," she said with a teasing smile. "Become as famous as your mother."
"I'm already famous enough," Anthony replied with a smirk, his tone brimming with quiet confidence.
