Family. Every person has that word differently explained to themselves. Some of them have it deep in their hearts, some of them on their minds while others don't feel anything for it. Family was a tie that you couldn't just forget so easily and even if you never had anything to do with it context still it was quite shocking to lose a part of it.
Maybe sometimes even if you knew that was the way things were supposed to be, you still hurt. Good or bad blood at the end of the day was blood and no matter the hate or the love death was irreversible. No turning back, no apologies nor make ups. It was the end and suddlenly the word family somehow in a very peculiar way seemed to have a meaning again.
"How are you feeling?" The red haired man asked him. They were outside, bathed by the bright sun, hoping to escape for a while from the commotion of the busy palace.
