***James***
My old companion is back with a vengeance; anxiety.
It has been many years since I attended an event of this scale. Previously, I had been quite young and had simply found the crowds strange.
I look out the window of the car, feeling my heart racing a little as I see crowds of people lining the streets of London. Hundreds of thousands of people were projected to be descending on the city to pay their respects to my father. A man they did not personally know, a man many of them had never met. I am working hard to block out thoughts today, because this is definitely not the time to hear people's private opinions.
In the back seat behind me is my mother and Lottie, dressed demurely in black dresses. Hats were a 'thing' for the women in the royal circle, but my father thought t
