Every able bodied Selected Servent and Royal have been called to the Palaces Chapel for the Funeral Services of The King Mikael Schreve, Princess Georgina Lightwood and Princess Alice Sparrow (she is dead right?).

Prince Jaxon stands at the podium dressed in a black suit, his face ashen but determined with white flowers surrounding him and the ornate black colored coffins on his right.

"Welcome," he starts giving the black clothed crowd a wane smile. "And thank you for attending the funeral services of these very special people."

His voice breaks slightly but his eyes stay dray. "I would first like to say a few words about my father then I will open the podiem for those who wish to speak."

"My father was always someone I could look up to, he was the one I followed as a boy imitating their mannerisms, well when he was around that is." He chuckles humorlessly. "I don't blame my parents for that, its what made my bonds with my siblings stronger so in someways I thank them for that. My father taught me independence, to be determined and to fight for what I believe in. So, I know that even though times are tough right now I will be strong like my father before me."

He looks out at the people in the crowd his eyes searching for Sierras who he gives a small smile to before looking up and continuing. "Thank you for your time." He steps back from the podium and moves to sit next to his mother in her wheelchair taking her hand.