Author's Note: Yes, I'm very much aware of how short this chapter is. So you can stop telling me now 😛 Lol. I'll be editing soon.
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Marwa's Chambers,
Vessiye Palace,
Jeruvael,
Illearia.
            
         Iconia sat on her bed, fully dressed in black, she had on a black, cotton, gown with long sleeves, a black veil that covered her hair but not her face, her hair pulled back behind it.

She wore no hair ornaments, no jewellery. She wore a simple pair of black sandals.

Today was the day her husband lied to the people, today was the day they buried an empty coffin, and the day her son left her.

She recalled now, how he lovingly called her 'Daphinma'; 'Mother Of Angels' when he was just a little boy. He had always been her favourite child. Right from the day she gave birth to him, she had always known there was something special about him.

          "Creator, how I wish you didn't let me live to see this day!" Iconia exclaimed.

Malij walked into the room fully dressed in his commander's ceremonial uniform: a black and red velvet uniform of a long sleeve button down shirt and matching trousers, multiple medallions were pinned to his chest. He had on black leather boots that stopped below the knees. His black,slightly long hair was sleeked back.

Iconia did not bother to kneel before him to show respect.

        "Marwa, we must leave now. I will have you dropped off with your sister, she is in our guesthouse here in Illearia. The rest of us will proceed to the burial grounds."

Iconia did not reply, she simply stood and followed her husband out of the room.
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