Orion’s POV
“Get more clothes for me!” I barked on my maids as I couldn't believe what they had brought for me to wear on such an important occasion.
No, it wasn't important because my ex wife was to be coronated today, but because I needed to show her what I was made up of. That she would not just take my child and run with him.
If he was really my child, I didn't know but the resemblance was uncanny, moreover, my mom kept repeating he was my son and who better to recognize someone that looked like her son than she.
I paced and turned inside my room impatiently as I waited for them to bring more clothes. For weeks, I had emphasized on how important today was and that they should bring the best clothes for me, but here I am. Now I wished I had gone there a week ago to make sure the clo
