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I trudged behind the carriage holding nothing but an empty coffin. They never even found his body, apparently his murderer took it with him as some sort of prize.
My stomach churned slowly, but I continued to keep that stoic look on my face, refusing to cry before a mass of millions who had gathered for the funeral.
My husband's funeral.
Rory gripped my hand tighter, Flo squeezing the life out of my other and I held my head up high, focusing on walking one step at a time.
If I let myself think about it, about his death, what would happen, the fact that I would never see the love of my li...no, I can't breakdown. Not just yet. Huxley was watching me carefully, and I knew the rest of the Kingdom was too.
I was no longer a Queen in their eyes, I was now ju
