The scarcity of people on that day was laughable, four attendants were tasked to hold the wooden casket with less than a dozen visitors, some with unknown purpose while others with clear intention of paying respect for the infamous beloved Royal Concubine of the Kingdom.
The ground turned slippery from continuous rain, the only open soil stood out like a sore thumb among the greenery and tall trees. They couldn't even give her the funeral she deserves among the royal family, not even a tombstone was prepared beforehand. All because her daughter was punished for leaving the protected kingdom.
The sole continuous scream among the pitter patter rain was heard throughout the entire humble procession. Her eyes had long turned bloodshot, both her wrist turned bloody from pulling the chain in hope to reach the casket even an inch closer. The rattling sound of chains accompany her weakened scream.
