“Mother?”
It was a rainy day, the skies pouring down unrelentingly.
Just like we were, the world was crying.
“We have to go, mother.”
Vasilisa Rhys, beautiful as ever even through much pain, turns to face me, bringing her eyes away from the overflowing swamps. She forces a smile. With her, it didn’t look forced at all, but if not for the fact that I just saw her a few seconds ago wiping away tears, I probably wouldn’t know it was. “You’re going to be crowned today. Are you ready?”
“No, today is his funeral.” I reiterated a little too aggressively. “We’re here to honor him.”
My mother’s golden eyes watered at my words, but she merely coughed and stepped away from the opening in the mountain. “But you will be crowned by the end of the day. That is why everyone has come. They all w
