It had taken them all of a day to reach the edges of the Grand Duke's territory, a beach behind his uncle's estate.
Night had descended, their only source of light being a crescent moon and the lights of their torches. Ísar stood at the front of the crowd of nobles, all of them adorning black and blue, their kingdom's colors of death.
He had feared that he might've had to stand there alone. Well. Alone with just the ever quiet Grand Duchess on her wheelchair with her carer.
But on his left, holding his hand, was Li Xinghua, his fiancé. Wearing a royal funeral attire that the palace tailor had originally made for Ísar in case of emergencies. It only made Xinghua look even more like he was made to stand by Ísar's side as they faced the dark sea.