Chapter 221

"What's with those clothes? Are you the one getting married?"

The palace had been in an uproar since morning.

"And what exactly did you do to your own clothes, Your Majesty? Honestly. And why are your hands shaking?"

Gadrian's mouth curled up in a short, scornful smile.

"You're being far too rude!"

Karman shouted and lunged to chase Gadrian off, and Kal caught him by the arm.

"Your Majesty, your medal's crooked."

A jacket that demanded a whole string of medals pinned to it was a chore every single time he put it on.

"...Nineteen, twenty. Done."

Kal stepped back to check whether every medal sat exactly where it should.

Satisfied at the sight of each medal fixed in its proper place, Kal began closing the row of boxes.

"Your Majesty, it's time to head out."

An attendant approached Karman, who couldn't tear himself away from the mirror.

Karman called…