News of your Captain's passing was quickly spread throughout the entire kingdom, everyone from royals to commoners had heard about the cheerful captain's death, but not what caused it. Queen Lolopechka and Queen Ciel were also informed of her death, followed by the investigation into Lucius possibly being alive. The entirety of your squad was put on a mandatory grief leave effective immediately, as most of them broke down when hearing the news. You refused to deliver it, so Julius himself came out and informed the entire squad. Your squad was broken up at the news. Over half of the mages burst out crying upon hearing the devastating information. Everyone loved Captain Anderson, and now she was gone.
You'd received sympathy cards from the Black Bulls, Golden Dawn, and even ones from Heart and Spade. You weren't sure why- you weren't the Captain's family, just her Vice-Captain. She had no family alive. What you failed to realise, was that you were family to the captain in her eyes. You found yourself overcome with sadness before rage every time a card arrived reminding you of her death. Yet, you couldn't find it in your heart to dispose of them. She shouldn't have died. It never should have been someone as innocent and well-loved as Captain Anderson. You mind screamed the question 'why. 'It shattered your heart to think of her smile whenever she spoke to you. You denied it, but even the Captains saw it. You truly cared for Ofelia.
Today was the day the day of her funeral. It had been a week; Owen had to send her to get an autopsy to figure out the cause of her death. Which was why you had a meeting with the Captains to attend to after the funeral. You, Zenon, Julius, Marx, Cob, the Captains. It was her closest friends, former squadmates, as well as a squad member chosen by each squad's Captain in attendance. Ofelia helped and changed too many lives for everyone to be invited. Even so, when the casket gets lowered into the ground, only you, Zenon, Julius, and the Captains are permitted. She'd be buried alongside her fallen comrades. From what you'd heard, she was going to be beside Morgen. Julius did always love his squad members; so, it made sense that's where he'd have her buried.
You fixed the black tie from around your neck, making sure it was sitting straight, before buttoning up the three buttons on your suit jacket. The symbol for your squad have been stitched into the left side of the jacket; specially made for this situation. Rather than wear your robe, you wore the insignia on your formal funeral attire to show proper respect. You fixed the collar of your dark grey shirt- the grey so dark you could only tell it wasn't black when the light touched it. You straightened out your black pants and check to see if the laces of your leather shoes were properly tied. Your readjusted the cuffs of your gloves, tucking them into the edge of your shirt sleeves to ensure they didn't rid up or show any of the skin of your hands. You looked at yourself in the mirror before you. Your hair rested properly as you'd combed it out more than usual. Nothing was out of place for this occasion. You took a deep breath, letting those (E/C) eyes stare back at you for longer than you wished.
Turning away you collected your grimoire, setting it into your black grimoire pouch. You left your room without hesitation afterwards; you wanted to, but you didn't have time to hesitate. Upon closing the door, you were met by the sight of Zenon who was fiddling with the cuffs of his light grey shirt. The two of you were almost identical, despite the different shades of grey on your shirts and his hair being messier than yours. "Hey..." he greeted you quietly, raising his head only slightly. The death of your captain was affecting him greatly. You noticed his tie was off centre. Without thinking, you grabbed the black tie, straightening it before tucking it in, "there." Zenon just stared at you in shock, he hadn't expected you to do that. "What?" You questioned coldly, "did you think I'd let you make a fool of yourself at the Captain's memorial?" Zenon managed to put a small smile on his face, "thank you, sir."
"Let's go. Cob's waiting out the front." You gestured for Zenon to follow you as you walked off. He quickly caught the message and caught up to walk only slightly behind you at your side. You walked in silence. There was nothing to say. Zenon was worried about you but knew it would be a dead end to ask you. He could see it your eyes, your expression, your body language. You were holding on by a thread he knew all too well. At least you weren't denying that you cared about the captain; that you cared about her. You weren't denying your feelings of the situation which was a start. You were angry.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
