Cameron, entered quietly, waiting for Magnus's attention to be diverted from his work. "What is it, Cameron?" Magnus's voice was brisk, his focus fixed on the documents before him.
With a respectful nod, Cameron greeted his Emperor, "Your Imperial Majesty, we are preparing for the upcoming celebration of your esteemed birthday."
Magnus's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes finally lifting from the paperwork to meet Cameron's earnest gaze. Birthdays had never held much significance to him, especially not since ascending to the throne. "My birthday?" he repeated, as if the concept itself were foreign to him.
Cameron's demeanor was both gentle and defined as he replied, "Indeed, Your Imperial Majesty. While I understand your reservations, allow me to express that your birth signifies a bless
