Capítulo 112: The Sorrowful Farewell

Helvis stood at the edge of the courtyard, her gaze fixed on the preparations. She exchanged a few quiet words with the head steward, ensuring every detail was attended to with the utmost care.

She moved among the attendants, her presence lending an air of solemnity and grace to the proceedings.

Despite the exhaustion that lined her face, she carried herself with a dignified composure. She paused to touch the flowers on the altar, her fingers lingering on the delicate petals as she whispered a silent prayer.

"May the gods watch over this innocent soul," she murmured, her voice filled with sorrow.

The palace priest, dressed in flowing white robes, approached the altar with a censer, releasing fragrant smoke that curled into the morning air.

He began to chant softly, his voice a soothing balm to the gathered mourners. His words echoed through the courtyard, invoking peace and solace for the departed soul.