Chapitre 15: Aftermath
Snow had become all but a walking corpse in disbelief when he was informed of what had happened. Little had he eaten, or slept. His eyes were void of light and his skin became a sickly gray. With the prince in a hypnotic state, void of the ability to process the world around him, the wedding had been postponed until after the memorial and then continued with a coronation. The new era was approaching, and their new king ascending to the throne far quicker than expected. Yet, Snow was like a zombie, staring off into space, hardly with the mental capacity to speak his wedding vows at the rehearsal. The supposed happiest day in anyone's life felt like a foggy vision, a scene being played out before Snow without his participation. For three days, his soul seemed all but ready to depart from its shell before he finally wept and moaned.
While the prince's entire world had become a shattered ruin, Queen Ophelia wore her grief with the same level of refinement and sophistication as she would express celebration or joy. She claimed an active role upon her husband's death, encouraging the royal guards to investigate any evidence, and to question everyone who had been in the castle the evening of Arthur's death.
Some had said they heard screams echo from the corridors, others that they thought they heard someone wandering about late in the evening. Lanterns and candlesticks had been found knocked over just outside the hall's door, which was wide open, though Sultan Huran had testified against such an observation at the time of his parting, being the last person to have seen King Arthur before his death. The conclusion and been a swift assassination and retreat until his body was further examined by the royal chymist. Upon examining the contents of the injured ear, stains on his face, and traces of a powerful toxin. Yet, the exact contents would take more time to decipher.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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