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Syrus walked out of his Fathers study with a tired look on his face. He lightly kneaded his forehead and breathed in and out heavily as if trying to wash away his tiredness. Even on the day of the festival, he wasn't completely free. His attendants who were waiting outside the room for him hurriedly matched their steps with him. 

"WHere is Queen Mother?" He asked in a rough voice. 

"She is waiting for the King to arrive." Replied one of the men.

"Hmm…" HE nodded and continued walking, but the expression on his face gave out his feeling. He wanted to ask something else as well but he kept silent. 

He walked toward the eastern wing of the palace just like usual, The attendants were confused as to why he was not going to his room to get ready. 

"Your Highness…" In a confused voice, one of his attendants spoke. Syrus stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

"Are you not getting ready to attend the ball?" He lowered his head as he asked.