Once again in the middle of the night I found myself walking into the royal graveyard veg generations of ancestors of the house of Hearthron were laid down for burial.
The familiar of grave of my mother Queen Cynthia came to my sight and I would the light of the latern. The gaurds, once again, who thought was following me secretly stopped short at the entrance from where they could see me and assess the surroundings for any possible threat.
"Mother," the word was not devoid of any emotions that I was feeling. The pain, the feeling of longing, the anguish, the sadness that I felt was all in this one word. "How is it that I am going through so much all at once?" I sniffed closed my eyes, trying to breathe for more courage to carry on with my words.
