Today was the day all Lagdamoe dreaded to have. It was then time to finally say goodbye to him, Darry the Lagdameo heir.
Every Lagdameo stood before him, all wearing black. The women were in tears and although most of the Lagdameo men refused to shed one, their loss was far too great than anyone can imagine. Today they were not only to say goodbye to their most celebrated boy, they were also to say goodbye to their last hope.
L'Empire will never be the same without President Darryl and it wouldn't be long when it will fall down with him to ashes.
"Get on with it," Don Samuelle instructed, his tone was hard and frigid. The cries of the women around them irritated him and he was mad, mad for how things had ended. Everyone knew Don Samulle was hurt and he was hiding such hurt by acting as if he didn't care.