"My Condolences, Your Highness."
Milena simply inclined her head. This was perhaps the hundredth time she has heard that sentence today, and she was sick of it. Quite literally. She was tired and just glad her pregnancy was an excuse to sit through all of this. She was also grateful to have Raphael by her side, and her friend Chartiana De Pristin quietly holding her hand on the other. This whole ordeal was almost over, and she was hoping it would be soon. She wanted all of them gone, and she wanted to be left alone with her family.
It had been too hard and too painful, the whole thing. She had hesitated three hours before agreeing to see Valentin's body. She found not an ounce of relief in it, but at least she had some form of closure. Seeing her brother had made his death more concrete
