Keldor wants to protest; to say that a grandparent's approval isn't the same as that of a parent's. He'd never known his, and that thought had never bothered him—especially considering how kings become kings in the first place.

He understood that.

But that's not why he's not voicing his disagreements.

Does it really matter who you're trying to get approval from, if it's affecting you like it does? Putting you in harm's way like it is?

In the end, not really.

"I ... am not sure how to embark upon such a process," Keldor admits while patting Evie. "It feels so monumental an undertaking. A nigh-impossible feat."

Well, there's always seeking counseling or therapy, Keldor. Zoar knows how much the narrative has said that, elsewhere.