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No matter how much Raavi dislikes the idea of the King being exposed to the public after such a traumatic experience, her sentiments could not be heard at the time. It’s his wish to face the people, and she is not one to say that it isn’t right. Despite it, her anxiety could not just be easily expelled from her. As she watched the preparation being done by servants and Dragons, she stayed on a corner, feeling everything weighing her down. She’s just proud of herself for having to bear her sickness, the kingdom’s situation and the dreadful news about Abrielle all at the same time. She could not stop her body from shaking, though. She has just recovered from her sickness, and yet problems seemed to be never ending. The air was thick with tension. Clouds, thick and foreboding, masked the sun