I did not know what I was thinking, why did I even attend this celebration?
They probably do not even know who I am but the stares they are giving me is making me anxious and in the back of my head, the whispers grew louder and louder, 'Oh, it is the son of a whore!'
I must be being paranoid, I know that the people were not really saying those words to me at that moment, but it keeps repeating in my head. Those words were all I ever heard, even from the servants of the palace when I was a child. The voices became normal, and I finally accepted the demons behind me, staying close to my ears.
