The two of them stared at the grave in silence. Ember mourned her mother while Lawrend stayed silent to give her some peace.
After a dozen minutes, Lawrend tapped Ember's shoulder. It was time for them to return.
Ember turned around, and her face was slightly teary. She wiped her face and nodded her head.
The two of them flew back to the entrance of the mansion.
"Princess, here."
The butler passed a handkerchief to Ember.
"Ah…"
Lawrend facepalmed himself inside of his mind. He didn't think to give her a handkerchief. He grimaced at his slowness and at the butler's instincts. The butler certainly knew his craft.
Ember took it and wiped her face. Lawrend then held her hand, and they headed out of the estate. His children and his maids were already waiting for them there.
"Everyone seems to be here," Lawrend said.
He scanned the group and saw that no one was missing.
"Ember, lead the way," Lawrend ordered.
