A dirge trumpeted on repeat. The atmosphere was heavy with tears. The sun was going to set that day, taking with it the last memory every member of the Nagi house had of the last Mistress, Shamim. Barely a week after her life was snuffed out, Shamim would be laid to rest in the family tomb, constructed in a special cave out in the desert mountains.
They all had their turn to say goodbye. They prayed and cried at her feet. Sharou had the last rights. He gifted his deceased bride with a tiara made of the finest stones. Shamim loved the prettiest things; she would have swooned at that. Sharou fixed the crown on her head and caressed her cold hand. "Rest well, my queen. I will find out who did this to you. I will not stop till they meet the same fate." These were his last words to her.
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