February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Ceremony

He had been found, laid on the ground next to his brother. They were cold, deathly so, their skin pale and all colour lost. 

All life lost.

So now, alone and without someone to guide them, he had to plan two funerals fit for a king and a prince.

He had never taken liking to Xornoth, even before everything went horribly wrong. H was arrogant, un fit for a life on the throne and just a horrible person. Maybe that was his opinion. As an advisor, however, it was crucial he had them and knew what was right for his kingdom.

That perfection was Scott. Sweet, kind yet cold and sassy. He knew how to keep to himself whilst making sure the needs of his people and country came before silly arguments he had with fellow rulers from other factions.

And now they were both dead, a fatal imbalance that could see the end of their world, and lives.

So now, alone, he planned a funeral.

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Invited but never in attendance.

The Codfather had lost far too much, including a husband who never did remember him.

The Cod empire was a desolate wasteland before Rivendell's King was pronounced dead.

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Idea inexistent. Idk what this is im sorry Xd