The grand courtyard of the royal palace was shrouded in an air of somberness, as the royal family gathered to pay their final respects.
Clad in deep black attire, the family members formed a solemn line, their expressions reflecting the weight of their collective grief.
At the forefront stood Sinclair, the Queen, her heart heavy as she took on the responsibility of leading the mourners. She stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly, as she ignited the soft flickering flames of the candles surrounding the ornate casket, casting a warm yet haunting glow on the scene.
Her eyes were swollen and red from the countless tears she had already shed, each droplet a testament to her anguish and confusion over the king's sudden and mysterious death.
