The loss of her son has been hard enough for Helaena already, now her mother was requesting her to promenade around the city on a wagon, right behind another one where her son's casket was laying.

She didn't really have any say in the matter, anyways. She could just lifelessly accept, although under one condition; you would accommodate her. You'd be sitting on the seat next to her. Because you were the only comfort she has had these past weeks.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting by the carriage, a black, grieving leather uniform hugging your body tightly, Helaena finally showed up, alongside her knights and mother. She had a mourning veil over her face, and her usual dark green dress. You both could hear the crowds cheering on the streets you would ride by later on.

Helaena's eyes darted to the wagon that was carying a casket, her face turning pale and her stomach twisting. She walked over to the stairs of the carriage, nodding her head softly to greet you, too weak and broken to say anything.