"We are here to celebrate the life of Baron Durell Glatimor. A man of integrity, generosity, and compassion." the man dressed in black spoke with a gloomy look on his face. "Everyone present here has been a recipient of his kindness and his warmth. Even though he was only a Baron, he had achieved so much success in his life that he was an equal in midst of Dukes and Marquesses."
Aella stared pointedly at the coffin which had been placed on the ground, close to the grave which had been dug. Tuning out the voice of the man who kept on rambling about her father's qualities and achievements, she took a look at the guests.
A swarm of black with pale faces. A few reddened eyes and more stoic faces. They were all a blur. She didn't even recognize half of them, probably because she hadn't been the most social in her life.
