Chapter 17: The Weight of the Crown

Kavan POV

My boots made loud noises on the marble floors as I stormed out of the dining room in anger. The taste of anger lingered in my mouth, bitter and sharp. I ascended the staircase, skipping two steps each time, with my fists clenched tightly by my body. The portraits of my ancestors watched me closely as I passed by, silently judging. I was indifferent. Allow them to make a judgment. They had passed away, and I was still living.

When I walked into my room, it was dim and chilly. I turned on the lights and went to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors with excessive force. The scent of cedar and leather filled my nasal passages. I took out a fresh white shirt and black pants, throwing them onto the bed.

There was a sound of knocking at the door. I was unable to reply before it opened suddenly. I turned quickly, with a growl in my mouth.

Mrs. Potts was holding a tray as she stood at the doorway. Her usual severe bun held back her gray hair, while her eyes showed the same mix of ex