I froze.
"Monster?"
My hand shot to my face instinctively.
"She could have lived longer," he continued, his tone cold, almost cruel. "If she hadn't insisted on keeping you."
I lunged forward.
"Shut up!" I nearly screamed. "You have no right—!"
"Enough."
His voice was low, dangerous, like a blade drawn in the dark.
My steps stalled, as if some invisible force held me in place.
He waved his hand.
"Bury her."
The warriors moved immediately, as if performing a routine chore.
I spun to stop them, but someone seized my shoulders with iron grip.
"Let go of me!" I struggled. "That's my mother!"
"Precisely because she is your mother," My father said flatly, "she cannot remain here."
I was forced to stand at the doorway, powerless, as they carried her away.
No ceremony.
No prayers.
