Charles held you close as you cried at the grave of your mother -- his wife. His.. former wife. The funeral had already ended, everyone else had left.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hugging you tightly from behind. Seeing you so sorrowful broke his heart.

You were too young for this. Well, was a child ever old enough to lose a parent?

Charles caressed your arms with his thumbs. "She's in a better place," he whispered, his voice raspy.