The pink sky was silent. Wind whistles through the grasses that surround an erected tombstone in a small hill outside the imperial city.
Three shadows knelt on the ground before the stone. Neither one of them was making a sound.
"Father why is it like this?" Yrah's white eyes were looking at the ground. Days have already passed since the Empress of the North Kingdom has died. And four more people died along with her.
Remember how your mother loved both of you. That's how she will want us to think of her right now. Nothing else." Theoden traced his fingers on the letters carved on the tombstone. Naia Saber.
Tears silently rolled down Yllana's cheeks as she listened to her father and sister. There was a dejected air hanging about them as the sun started to set down the horizon. Soon the light grew dim and the three of them vanished from the little hill.
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