My heart locks his feelings inside the depth of a dark corner in it, securely buried. But the turmoil is rising like an aggressive volcano which will destroy all the livings surrounding it. My depressed thoughts made me regret for every bad decision I have ever taken and the cost that I am paying for it. The eyes of the progeny are red and swell as they cry a river for the beloved Queen of Verglasia.
I stand at the front to see her getting buried deep in the ground. No matter how hard I want to cry out loud but I won’t. Not in front of my people who are expecting so much from me now. I can’t show them where I am weak.
The imperials chanted a prayer in Gaelic language to which everyone closes their eyes and pray for the peace of the soul of the deceased.
The sun is setting and the brilli
