“The dead will not come back.” He spoke from across the room, his arms crossed. His words were disheartening to hear, a reminder for you that the man you were supposed to be betrothed to — his older brother, had passed away, mysteriously in a battle. “It is time for you to accept the new state of your surroundings.”

The two of you knew better that he meant that it was fine to mourn over the deceased, however it was a must that you embrace that you were no dead man’s fiance — but his.