Bab 249: ELEANOR’S BURIAL

XADEN'S POV

Xaden had arranged for all of Eleanor's body to be put in a small coat and she was dressed in a beautiful white dress.

Loren had sewn her head back to her neck, and if you saw her, you would assume that she was asleep.

Her beautiful long and black hair had been washed along with her.

Even some make-up had been done on her, and all around here, there were thousands of white roses.

Xaden was the only one on the bank of the water.

He had wanted only himself to be present. But then he eventually instructed Marie to be present.

She was her sister, after all.

Marie walked up behind him, Grief-stricken and distraught.

"You came late to your sister's funeral." He remarked dryly.

"I was never early for anything." She managed. "Even my own birth. It would be a disappointment to my sister if I came early. She would not have wanted that."

"No, she would not have," Xaden said quietly.