Isabelle watched as the fire burned through two pyres in front of her. The pyres that held both her aunt and uncles bodies. She watched as the fire spread and grow, it's black smoke expand and join the air. Isabelle's little sister Mary gripping onto her older sisters hand, watched the fire with her. She never got to meet her uncle and aunt, she knew got to see for the people they truly were. A noble man and a loving woman.
As the queen watched the pyres burn, she couldn't forget what she witnessed before her own two eyes. The death of her uncle and aunt. How he fought the man that tried to murder his niece, he fought him to his death, not long before his wife joined him with the same fate. She could still remember her aunt, crawling to her husband, as they both held their last breath tog
