Prince Ben

The afternoon sun bathes the gardens of Auradon Castle. Ben walks slowly through the courtyard, hands behind his back, observing the fountains and carefully pruned trees. The wind gently ruffles his light brown hair. He stops in front of the Auradon crest, touches it with his fingertips, and closes his eyes for a moment.

In the background, the imposing castle rises, reflecting the golden glow of the sun. Birds fly over the towers, and the scent of flowers fills the air. Ben takes a deep breath, feeling the weight and responsibility of being heir, but also the pride and hope of forging a better kingdom.

With no one around, he smiles slightly, a contained and calm smile, watching his own shadow lengthen on the perfect stone floor. It's a moment just for him, between the world he inherited and the future he wants to build.