Several collateral branches of the Rothsfield family came one after another to pay their respects to the youngest son—Lawine Rothsfield.
Nobles in mourning attire bowed their heads alongside villagers from the Rothsfield Barony, all gathered for the same reason.
Even those who had only caught glimpses of the boy in his rare outings came. Some remembered his gentle smile. Others, his shy wave. All of them, now, remembered his absence.
A week later, the funeral was held.
It was a day for rain.
The sky wept in place of those who could no longer find the strength to.
Gray clouds blanketed the heavens, and a soft drizzle swept across the courtyard where the casket was displayed. The land that had once bloomed with color now stood washed in muted hues.
"...."
Vanitas stood in the back, beneath a black umbrella, watching quietly.
Edward stood at the front with clear composure, but his eyes were hollow. He hadn't left his brother's side since Lawine was laid in the casket.
