Kathleen:
Lily's choice of attire had been spot on, as usual. Black, of course—but with a tickle of style, enough to settle us among the others filling the gallery and pews without any undue attention. It was a sea of dark blues and blacks, a rolling wave of grief.
Teddy... it took all I had not to bolt from my seat and go to him, hold his hand as he said goodbye to his family. The minister's words had been gentle and thoughtful, reminding me of Anastasia's kindness at our dinner.
It'd been enough to convince her to keep me on this list, this damned list that had me here seeing her son shake with rage, unable to mourn properly because this was a public spectacle and he was on a million television screens, a symbol for the country as much as their next monarch.
Lily took my hand, held i
