Jane’s pov
I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Last night's coronation was eventful and it was obvious by the dark circles under my eyes that I was quite worried. My daughter has been through so much and now she has to worry about people trying to assassinate her strictly because she is a wolf?
I growled as I yanked off this black dress and walked back to my side of the closet. I rifled through the dresses I had that were appropriate for a funeral, nothing seemed right. This whole thing felt like one long nightmare. How were we supposed to go and lay these two great people to rest when a war was still a huge possibility?
I pulled down another black dress and walked back to the mirror, this one was long sleeved and stopped just below the knee. I roughly threw it on the ground
