Under the gloomy sky, rain poured down without any sign of stopping. A crowd of nobles stood around the black coffin, their servants holding umbrellas for them as they each placed a white lily on it, dressed in dark clothes. Soon, there was no space left on the dark box, covered with white flowers.
The royal family members wept, unable to control themselves, their warm tears mixing with the rain's cold water.
Lucian stood beside Cynthia, just like in the past.
Nothing has changed… Everything is the same… Apart from the fact that this time, I know who the woman inside the coffin is.
