"Let it out the right way," Amoela led the king to the courtyard. The place was deserted as per her instructions. The three of them were the only ones there.
She felt the king needed to grieve Soren's death to move on. Bottling up the emotions wasn't helping anyone. It was bad, especially with the new guests that set foot in the palace.
Javier followed her out. He trusted she meant well even though he didn't share the same sentiments as her. "You need to cry and let your emotions out. To say goodbye to Soren," she ushered the king to a pyre set in the middle of the courtyard. Javier could barely breathe at the sight of the pyre.
Soren's body was lying over the pyre. He was adorned in his favorite coat, breeches, and his famous waistcoat. Javier's feet rooted to the ground.
His heart was terrified to near the pyre. It was too difficult for him to see Soren's lifeless body.
"You have to do th..."
