A/N: OML I SHOULD DELETE THIS BOOK IT'S TRASH AND I HAVE BAD GRAMMAR AND DETAILS IT'S NOT EVEN INTERESTING TO ME-

Queen Rose Thorn died a few hours ago, said Momma and Poppa when they walked through the door. Gone. And as if they just heard news themselves, they crumple like papers and cry. Our brave Momma and Poppa cries. We never even knew they could cry, and yet here they are, down in the dumps, on their knees sobbing. We all shed tears with them, knowing that the Queen was beloved by all.

We attended the funeral like everyone else. We finally got seated on the tiny velvet seats that made squeaky noises when you put your weight on them. Momma turns to Hecate and scolds her quietly. Stop pulling on your dress, stop fidgeting, pay attention, she says. Hecate does nothing but pout and keep her eyes to the front. 

The priest started off with a few speeches from the Queen's close ones, the final being King Thrash and Princess Barb, but King Thrash never got to finish because halfway through he broke down into tears again. Someone had to escort him out before bringing him back for the burying ceremony. We then gathered together one last time before heading home. Momma had to help Hecate get out of her tight dress, while Axel helped me with my bow tie. I never really like those things... so tight, and it felt like I was being choked.

The next few weeks were spent mourning before the city learned to accept and move on. Our wound were healed.

But King Thrash and Princess Barb's were not.