"You really believe I can do this?" He asked, needing one more reassurance from her. She was more than just his sister, she had raised him. She was his first mentor and the one he looked up to. Her words mattered to him more than she would ever understand.
"I know you can."
The certainty in her answer appeased the nervous side of his mind.
For the first time since she had entered the room, some of the tension left his face.
Another knock sounded at the door.
"Enter." Rowen called. A second later several servants entered the room carrying his ceremonial garments.
Circe stepped aside.
"I'll leave you to get ready, your majesty." She smirked and it drew a laugh from him.
When Circe returned to his chambers later, she was already fully dressed for the ceremony and so was Rowen.
The servants had outdone themselves.
Rowen stood near the center of the room dressed in ancient Westerian regalia.
