I felt my blood boil as the casket was lowered.
How dare she.
How dare that wench leave me.
I glared at the casket.
She was my wife and she left me. How dare she. I huff and toss the rose into the grave.
I will have a Cushing.
She will be the most beautiful one. Even more beautiful then Eidth. I sware on it.
My sister tried to calm me but I stormed off.
I will have my revenge.
