A Blind World

Chapter 12

Zisteau sat quietly beside Kurt, who held his hand, trying to reassure him, though he was doubtful he actually could. Zisteau felt numb, nothing made sense to him. Not even the words of parting that the priest spook from in front of the ornate casket, where his beautiful mother's body lay. The crowds of people all sitting in chairs that had been set up hours before, some crying, some hugging their beloved ones, some looking bored.

He himself wore a look of sadness, his blue-green eyes dull, his lips set in a thin line, and his cheeks dampened from tears. Of course he was a prince, and he was supposed to be strong, but his mother had died, and he'd almost lost his love, he has every reason to be sad. Many among those, the fact that he may have a terrible disease that could kill him. He hadn't told Kurt. He didn't know how to, or when to, or if he even could. He didn't want to worry his already worrying partner.

"Prince Zisteau, would you like to say a few words?" The Priest asked gently, a knowing look on his face.

Zisteau nodded briefly, squeezing Kurt's hand gently before walking up to stand where the priest had been.

He cleared his throat, hoping to be able to talk around the lump that was forming in his throat. "My mother was an amazing person. She supported me through everything. She wasn't just a great queen, she was a great mother and wife too. I'm very saddened by her sudden passing, we all are, but I know she's in a better place, watching over all of us." He tried to be heartfelt as he spoke, but it was very difficult with so many emotions piling upon him, weighing him down.

He shakily went to sit back beside Kurt, who looked worried.

"You ok?"

He shook his head sadly. He knew Kurt was worried about him. He knew just how much this was affecting Kurt too. But he couldn't help how he felt, and he couldn't help that it was hurting Kurt. He didn't want Kurt to be worried or hurt, but he just couldn't help it. After a while, when the public part of the funeral had ended, and all the guests had meandered back to their homes, Zisteau hugged Kurt tightly, burying his face in his shoulder as he cried. Kurt hugged back tightly, rubbing his back, hoping to comfort him.

Guude watched sadly as Zisteau cried onto Kurt's shoulder. He didn't know what to do anymore. His beautiful wife was dead. His only son may have the same disease as Aurey had. He felt lost. The night of the ball, he had felt like he had finally found the right path. But now, now he felt like he'd lost that path again.

"Guude....." Came a quiet, hesitant voice, pulling Guude from his thoughts.

He glanced to where the voice had been and saw Bdubs. "Boo?" He questioned with a strained voice.

Bdubs opened his arms, offering the upset king a hug. He accepted and buried his face in bdubs chest, as he was much taller then Guude. He let the tears finally fall, feeling somewhat ok in Bdubs' strong arms.

"What am I gonna do?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I don't know Guude, I really don't." Came Bdubs' reply.

A long, long while later, long after everyone had left, except for Kurt, Zisteau, Bdubs, and Guude, he stepped away from Bdubs, his face tear stained.

"Does this mean we can be together again?" Bdubs asks, hesitsncy in his voice.

"Maybe.... But I can't be in another relationship.... Not yet."

"I understand... I just miss you.... So much."

"I know Boo. I know. I miss you too.... But I loved her, so so much."

"More than you ever loved me?" Came the sad question as tears glistened in Bdubs' brown eyes.