Away from the bustling heart of the kingdom, a magnificent castle rose in all its splendor, commanding the landscape and casting a regal shadow over the sprawling cities below. Within the serene and tranquil walls of the castle, the floors buzzed with the activity of palace workers meticulously preparing for the day. Their dedicated efforts showcased their pride in their work, ensuring every corner of the castle gleamed with perfection. The air was filled with the scent of polished wood and the distant sound of footsteps echoing through the corridors.

Within the confines of one of its lavishly adorned chambers, a young man with flowing locks of golden hair found himself immersed in a dream of enchanting beauty and vividness. In this ethereal realm, a figure, swathed in a pristine white wedding veil, emerged before him. Adorned in an exquisite white royal jacket, complemented by trousers of the same hue, and adorned with a golden belt, the figure exuded an aura of majestic elegance. With each step, the figure's brown boots resonated with a sense of purpose, as if guided by an unseen force.

The golden young man's heart swelled with a mix of wonder and intrigue, captivated by the figure's ethereal presence. As he watched, cradled tenderly in the figure's strong arms was a slumbering girl, her delicate form seemingly weightless. Her pale hair cascaded like a waterfall, kissed by sunlight, adding an otherworldly touch to the scene.

As the figure traversed the grounds of the castle, a sense of familiarity washed over the young man. He recognized the backdrop of towering trees and the familiar entrance leading to the training ground—a place he himself had traversed countless times. It was as if the dream wove together fragments of his own reality with an otherworldly tapestry, blurring the boundaries between the two realms.

The dream, though enchanting, carried an air of secrecy. The veiled figure and the slumbering girl remained shrouded in mystery, their faces obscured by a veil, their identities hidden from view. Despite the longing to unravel this enigma, a profound peace settled within the young man's heart as he bore witness to this captivating tableau.

Abruptly, the dream dissolved into darkness, shattered by an insistent knock on the chamber door. With a start, the young man's eyes flew open, his body jolting upright. For a brief moment, he found himself suspended between the ethereal beauty of the dream and the stark reality of his surroundings. Disoriented, he struggled to separate the lingering tendrils of the dream from the present moment. His mind grappled with dissonance and a profound sense of detachment as he tried to reorient himself in the familiar chamber.

The remnants of the dream clung to his consciousness, beckoning him back to the enchanting world he had just left behind. Confusion clouded his thoughts, and his gaze, still filled with traces of wonder, slowly shifted to the maid standing before him. Her face contorted by fear and distress, her anguished cries pierced the air, further punctuating the abruptness of his awakening. Reality settled in, and a tear-stained face became a testament to the intensity of his dream and the struggle to let go of its hold on his senses. It was on that fateful morning that Michiya, the crown prince of the illustrious Kelvistein Empire, experienced a torrent of emotions. The reverberations of his awakening would set in motion a series of events that would forever alter the destiny of his kingdom.