Chapitre 93: Not Alone

Grand Duke Armand Montfort Jovevski had died two nights later, and rain fell heavily.

A thunderstorm, the likes their kingdom had not seen in decades, ravaged through their streets as soon as the old man breathed out for the last time.

Ísar had been there to witness it, having visited the man during the early morning as something in him had told him that that's was it. That he was going to die then. And Ísar didn't want him to die the same way he had lived, alone.

Ísar sat on a chair beside his uncle's now empty bed as the storm made itself known by battering the room's windows. He stared at the empty bed in silence, not a single tear shed, much like when his main family had perished.

He felt empty yet again, much like the time before Xinghua, before Osayi, before Gaston. He had locked away his emotions again, returning to the safety of being the Ghost Prince.