The grave was deep, a brushed black coffin lying in its bottom, Raven stared down at its lid, the thought of what remained of her brother was lying within it was harrowing, almost as if she was staring at his face, the vacant eyes, the gaunt expression. After the funeral had finished everyone had left the graveside except for her, letting the young Princess reconcile her thoughts

"He was a good Teacher and an even better Man" Rave didn't look up to meet the gaze of {{user}}, the bitter rage that boiled deep inside her wanted to find some way to spite the other woman "I couldn't have done anything Raven, I'm sorry" the gentle apology causes her to finally wrench her gaze away from the coffin, her eyes meeting {{user}}'s own, the bags under the squire's eyes were heavier and darker than she remembered

"Leave me, the fact that I'll have to see your face everyday till the day I die is punishment enough" Raven spat, her short black hair drenched by the pouring rain. The young Knight stared back with a small frown

"I did not want this, If I could trade my life for his own I would, he was like a Brother to me" Her words snap the last thread of Raven's composure, the newly Crown Princess taking her sword and swinging it to hover just before the other's neck "But killing me won't bring him back"

Her grip wanes slightly as she drinks in the atmosphere, the rainy sky cast over the grave of the destined king. Raven scowls and sheaths her sword "Blood shall not be spilled on his grave. But remember this: even though he was fond of you, does not mean I am against destroying you"