HAYDEN'S POV
My father's body lie atop a raised wooden platform wrapped in a lavish garb. Under the corpse is a pile of neatly arranged dry wood doused with flammable oil. A group of lamenters go around in circles while grieving loudly.
Surrouding the scene are all the royals and officials of the kingdom, the formation of the whole assembly leaves a wide path leading to the flaming torch vertically erected awaiting to light the pure after the rituals are done.
Two generals guide my mother down the path towards the platform. Despite the recent loss of her husband, she appears immaculate, flawlessly dressed and adorned with her customary regal makeup. It seems the tears she shed yesterday were a performance for the masses.
As she ascends the platform Princess Charlotte who stands beside
