บท 129: A Prince’s Duties

EIGHT YEARS LETTER

I was no amateur in the matters of status and power and yet, like a kettle on a great flame, the tension rose with each step I took while following my father.

Countless attendants, knights, and guards followed and surrounded us as we walked. My father's face was revealed only a while after my birth, he had short silver hair and bright violet eyes identical to mine. His appearance was handsome, refined, and regal, more so than other kings.

'Why do I feel excited?' I asked myself as a veil at the end of the corridor we were walking through fluttered. Each of its movements guided by the wind revealed some light from the outside.

"Worry not, my son, just breathe and do as I do," My father assured me.

"Yes, royal father," I responded.

On my head was a platinum crown, shaped like a circle of thorns adorned with crimson gems, a display of my status as crown prince of Dracan and a required element of the ritual to come.