After a long day of shedding many tears, Ruth and Sara and I join the crowds as the funeral of the Queen Mother begins. From here, we can see her body tranquilly laid on the boat in the near distance.
She appears completely at peace, surrounded by many of the beautiful flowers from the gardens that she had always tended to with such gentle loving care.
The King and Prince are on a nearby balcony, with the Princess Milea taking the King's arm and Jane holding onto Thor's to comfort them as the boat slowly ebbs away.
The crowd is in complete silence, other than the sounds of grief pouring out as the people of Asgard struggle to suppress their anguish at the kingdom's tragic loss this day.
A flaming arrow is shot into the boat, igniting it as per Asgardian tradition when I feel Sara squeeze my hand tightly. Grief is not an emotion she appears familiar with.
I think back fondly to how the Queen Mother had always showed such kindness towards me, even from the morning we first met in the library when I had foolishly startled her.
She was always able to see past what most others did on the surface, and chose only to see me for who I truly was on the inside. Just as my mother always had.
Hers was a love that could never be replaced, the closest thing I had experienced to a mother's love since I was a young child.
The boat reaches the waters edge and disperses into a bright, glistening concentration of shimmering golden light which quickly scatters into the air.
Taking a brief moment, they effortlessly float among the stars before disappearing into the distance completely.
Her unique and beautiful soul was on it's final journey to be reunited with her true love in Valhalla.
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