Two days later, a funeral ceremony was held in honour of Caroline, while simultaneously honouring those who've died directly or indirectly because of this war.
I'm not going to lie... Caroline's absence left a mark. Scratch that, a whole fucking scar. I realised quickly how Kaelos was the only other person I had with me.
On the day of the funeral ceremony, I wore a satin ceremonial crimson gown, taking an umbrella with me when the heavens themselves began weeping, thunder rumbling.
Fuck ass weather...
"You know, I could stop the rain if you want." My aunt Althea spoke beside me as we stepped out of the mansion but I merely flashed her a smile.
"That wouldn't be necessary, Aunt," I mumbled to her at the same moment that I saw Kaelos standing up ahead, in front of the compound gate.
He wore a sharp crimson suit, his shoulder-length black hair falling freely over his face, and his sharp silver eyes fixed on me. When our eyes locked, his softened, making my stomach swirl.
