SAMUEL WEBB DIED IN THE SPRING.
It was not truly spring, not really. He died in the middle of winter but for a split second the sun shone bright and hot, the snow melted, and blooms unfurled from their buds. Immediately after they removed his corpse- the rains began.
His body was not given time to decompose. They found him at the foot of his great Tower, cushioned by the newly soft ground and surrounded by the rosebushes, peaceful as if he were simply asleep. It seemed mystical then, even in death Samuel Webb could not be anything but presentable.
It was not like when Benjamin fell. The flash of beacon lights, his twisted body ushered underneath a white sheet, rumors snaking through the crowd as the ambulance pulled away. Samuel had said the death of a Kingsman would shake the world. He was right. Benjamin's had. His had turned it on its head.
People always seem to notice you more when you're gone. Ethics are thrown out the window in favor of sharp tongues and fangs prepared to sink into you; for your faults and failings in life, for not being good enough. No one spoke of his skeletons in the closet like they had disgraced Benjamin, like they had spat on Anthony. Samuel Webb was held as an Icarus, taken in his prime, cast from the heavens at a great height for shining to bright.
Samuel Webb lived and died a King, immortalized.
Though that is not to say people didn't talk. But not about him. It was the subject of his untimely demise that caused such unsightly gossip. One does not just trip. One like him would never jump-
Samuel Webb had been pushed.
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