Chapter 41: Why don't you like me?

Waylen's POV

I walked down the hallway towards the direction of the main palace entrance. The move into the West wing was progressing at a very slow pace.

I think everyone was reluctant to move into my father's wing, it felt…wrong. Like we were moving on from him already and it pisses me off.

Everyone expects us to move on like he didn't exist when all I want is for the world to mourn with me and for time to stand still so I can catch my breath and feel my loss and hurt like I have never hurt before.

I just need a minute…a few minutes to breathe properly without the heaviness that constantly sits in my chest.

I almost made it out of my quarters when I heard the awfully loud music which was deafening to say the least.

It was coming from speakers mounted on strategic corners and the closer I got to them, the difficult it became for me to hear myself think.