It was truly an unprecedented event. Two princes, dead, and within less than a month between each other.
Kiera stood next to her king, just as shocked as the rest of the nobles gathered at the main royal palace, watching as the king announced his death. Flanked on either side stood the first and second princesses, along with the youngest prince. Everyone wore black clothing, the color of choice for mourning apparently, and black veils covered the women's faces. First Princess Rosalind held a white handkerchief to her eyes as Prince Michael looked sickly pale, staring down at the luxurious golden casket at their feet.
"May his soul rest in peace," said the human priest, wrapped in eggshell white clothing from head to toe. His arms were raised up to the ceiling, letting the lengthy sleeves of his robe hang down from his arms.
"As the last bell tolls, we send off Prince Kenneth's soul to the heavens above, to be accepted by the high lord himself."
