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The next two days went by in a quick blur. The palace looked dead all around, from every angle. Everyone was struggling to act strong, but the final straw for Eragon was after the King's and Vridian's burial.
I had to sing again, with him laying on my lap, just like I did two days ago.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice was croaky and hoarse at the same time. Oddly enough, I found it s.exy.
"Always. I'm here for you, Gon. Always and forever."
He placed his hand on mine, which has been running through his hair. Then he kissed the middle of my palm before clutching it tightly.
"It felt as though it was a dream. I wish so bad that it was a dream. But he's gone, Pidge. Just like mother."
"I know," my voice shook a little. Even though I never wanted that, but I couldn'
