In the open casket lay Lady Irina's body, her eyes closed in peace. The violence that had claimed her was hidden beneath a silk gown arranged with care. Her hands were folded upon her chest.
Black soil had been dug from the frozen ground and laid upon the snow that refused to melt, as though winter itself sought to keep her a moment longer.
"...a soul that never weakened but fought until her final breath. A brave woman. A devoted wife and mother," the priest spoke in a grave voice. "We return to the earth what was shaped by it and entrust to eternity. May her rest be undisturbed and her memory keep her among us."
Families close to Lord Azriel and Lady Irina were gathered around as the priest spoke. They were dressed in dark coats and mourning veils. When it was time for farewell, Lord Azriel knelt next to his wife, kissing her lips and then her forehead, where his lips lingered five seconds longer before he pulled himself away.
