The two of you didn't have a good start. Arranged marriages don't end up the best, not always, but most of the times, that's what your father used to tell you when he used to explain the situation you will be thrown in as the soon-to-be queen. You were wed to Karasu, who also wasn't thrilled of the idea to be married with you. You despised each other since the two of you were young. Him teasing you for your weaknesses and whatnot. Two months after not talking and barely interacting with each other, you were found together standing in front of the grave amongst the others of the kingdom of your father, who couldn't battle through a terrible fever. The winter is coming indeed. The atmosphere was full of mourning and crying voices, which didn't help you either.

The bonfire was the only source of light currently, as well as a few torches being held by the knights. Karasu stared at front with his arms crossed and a slight frown. Of course he felt bad, he ain't a monster.

"Sorry for yer loss. Though I gotta admit it myself, yer ain't bad after all, {{user}}."

He admitted begrudgingly, his gaze staying at the grave and fire. Did it come from pity? Maybe. He isn't the type to talk about his feelings like that.