The rain, now a persistent drizzle, added a mournful cadence to the scene, a natural elegy for a figure whose presence had shaped the very fabric of our kingdom.
Allan, with a somber gravity, assisted in the gentle lowering of Krew's body into the damp soil.
My eyes, usually reflecting authority, now mirrored the heaviness of the heavens above.
The Ancients, cloaked in the traditions of our realm, formed a silent circle, their expressions a tableau of collective grief. The intertwining branches overhead seemed to weep in unison with the mourning kingdom.
The burial ritual unfolded with a profound sense of farewell. Each movement and gesture carried the weight of loss, and the rain intensified, as if the very skies wept for the passing of an era.
With royal regalia adorned, I cast a
