New joy

—Forward the coming-of-age festival? Are you confident, your majesty? —An agonized Rômulo asks in a desperate but still formal tone.

The king, pacific as always, gestures for Rômulo to sit and calm down before making a statement.

— You know the little prince, you know as much as I do that he is more than capable. If he is not ready, then we have time to prepare him to try again after years.

Rômulo doesn't respond, I don't say anything either. I never bothered to study the Castellans rituals, now I feel they will be more relevant to me than I thought them to be.

Rômulo sighs and relaxes in his chair.

—And your majesty assumes that the little knight here will also be able to?- I knew he would be involved in this sooner or later.

The king's sweet gaze turns to me and asks: