230 Elizabeth

The loud bells ringing at a constant beat were heard across the entire capital. Three days had passed since that night, but the silence in the empire just grew significantly. Everyone was mourning the death of the first princess.

The weeping of Alice's two sons had been caressing my ears as they buried her remains after the long funeral.  Wearing nothing but black attire, Han held his sons with each of his hands.

Until the end, this man didn't want their children to see their mother in a different light. Behind the three who were right in front of Alice's grave were us, the Tempest Clan. 

Sally, Teresa, and Priscilla were consoling each other. Their eyes had become puffy from all the days they had wept upon hearing the shocking news of Alice's death. Daniel had been silent, standing in the front with the emperor and his other brothers.