[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: MIRACLES IN DECEMBER CLASSICAL ORCHESTRA VERSION~ EXO]
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The next day finally arrived for the ritual. Khelan, who had not stepped out of his room since after the court session, was now being dressed by his maids. He wouldn't lie if he said the news going around about his birth did not affect him. He couldn't believe he was not truly the son of the former king, and it made him feel small and angry.
Back in the days, he was not concerned about the throne. He wanted to live outside the palace, thinking now that it was maybe because royal blood did not course through his veins that made him hate his origin. Khelan gritted his teeth as he was being dressed; he would prove to everyone, especially Kitanna, that he was capable of handling the throne. He won't let his origin define him. Khelan made a mental motivation.
