Before the royal cemetery ground, everyone stood, including barely familiar distant members of the royal family.
Ryan was the first to take a step towards the casket where Natasha's well-dressed dead body was laid inside. He stared at it and lowered his eyes, unable to stop the tears streaming down his eyes.
He didn't say a word but simply threw a white lily flower into the coffin. A deep breath fled his nose and he turned around walking back. Old Master Lenort was next, followed by every other close member of the family.
Draven and Avelina stepped forward. They stared at the corpse and threw in a bouquet for her, then turned around and returned to their spot.
Ryan turned his head and glanced at the both of them from where he was standing. His eyes held hatred, ill intent, and bloodlust. It looked as though he could attack right from there if he was allowed to.
