There is no strength and hope for the future without unity and love, especially under unexpected, catalytic news.
~next day, early afternoon, Russia, Alena’s tower, garden~
Alena’s pov
I look at his photo at the head of the massive grave from black marble and smile weakly in melancholy.
I still can’t believe it’s over and he is here us, with me and our baby!
I brought him back home, I honored him, the Kingdom mourned him the way he deserved, he left from the palace like the most amazing King he was, I brought him here, in our real home next to our son, I buried him with my own hands and this grave was finished a while ago.
It is officially over…
It feels like a bad dream, watching his grave is heartbreaking, because now I’m able to realize exactly what happened and it hurts like hel
