Alexander roamed around the palace grounds. He was cursing his life and the fact that he had to meet a terrible woman like Olivia and have her ruin everything that he held dear to him.
"Sire, the arrangements are down for the King's funeral," Malcolm informed him.
He nodded his head and followed Malcolm to the palace. He got to his room and changed his clothes, he got dressed in all black for the funeral. He left his room and found Francis and the queen coming out of his room all dressed up for the funeral. Francis was holding his mother and helping her walk, he didn't even turn around or spare a glance for Alexander.
They headed to the entrance of the palace, Silvia was there waiting for them, she smiled at the prince and went to him when they arrived.
"What are you doing?"
