Sienna
I wore a dress that was so plain and simple. The air was thick with misery, with tears drowning the grounds as far as I could see. I wasn't the only one in love with Axel. His people adored him much more than I'd ever seen a man of power. They loved him like a brother or a son.
Vesallie held onto her children tightly, weeping so silently, but they streamed prominently down her face.
The skies were gray and overcast, with a light rain spraying down on us. The gardens hosted the ceremony, taking away any sense of happiness or vibrancy they usually had. My stomach remained in knots, all eyes looking in my direction for me to fall apart, to release my anger or emotions as if it were some kind of show. Six wooden caskets lay in a row across the yard, expensive florals packed between
