Chapter 112 - The King's Guard (II): Fealty

The embers from the funeral pyre had long died down and the ashes had sunk into the sea, but yet he still stared at the ocean, watching, hoping, praying that in some way or form that her body would jump out of the dark blue reflecting sweet rays of orange as the sun set. But no matter how long he looked at it or stared, nothing showed up, Neema was gone for good, and as the Moons of Elysium rose up into the sky he realized and understood it all to perfectly. He got up and turned, facing the massive crowd of people that had surprisingly kept his vigil with him, from the early morning when the flames were set to the twilight hours of an encroaching night.