It was the day Lady Beatrice, a noble of the lowest rank with no husband, son, or daughter, was laid to rest in the Royal Graveyard.
Her official death marked the end of the Cherry family, a bloodline renowned for their love of cherry perfume and medical expertise.
I wore a black suit and bow tie, while Cupcake, Evelyn, and Lucy were in black gowns and straw hats, each holding an umbrella except for me.
The eleven Royal families from their respective Domains gathered for the state funeral, all dressed in matching dark tailored suits and gowns.
'Creakkkk!'
As the metallic, see-through gate encircling the Queen's Castle swung open, I was the first to step out.
It was meant to be a cloudless, sunny day, but the sky dimmed and turned into twilight. And dark, gentle clouds gathered above, as if the heavens themselves had come to grieve Lady Beatrice's death.
I walked the cobblestone path, surrounded by pink and purple tulips, holding a transparent jar with Lady Beatrice's ashes.
