Isadora POV
The atmosphere was tense with grief as the bodies of the massacred were piled up. The chief guard walked up to me and said, "My lady, the number of deceased is numerous. It's impossible for us to give each one an individual funeral."
I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes with a handkerchief. "You are right, and besides, we have no time for that. It's best we give them a mass funeral."
Just then, two guards approached with a stretcher in hand, the body covered with a white cloth. "My lady, we thought you might want to see him one last time before we have him transferred," one of them said.
I lifted the white cloth, and my eyes fell on Matamoros's lifeless form. Instantly, my heart shattered into tiny pieces, and I broke into more tears.
With tears streaming down my face, I la
