**~ Caspian's POV ~**
Not long after Aurora and I stepped away from Hazel's side, I felt the weight of it settle over me again.
She was right…Hazel needed rest. Whatever had broken inside her had shattered too hard, too fast. Her body was forcing her to stop, even if her mind wouldn't. But while she slept, we had a funeral to attend.
My room felt colder than usual as I stepped inside, the shadows already lengthening across the floor. I walked toward the tall wardrobe and reached for my black cloak. the traditional mourning robe reserved for full moons, deaths, and disgrace. Tonight was all three.
The cloak felt heavier than usual as I slipped it over my shoulders.
It would soon be evening. The Blue Moon would rise. And under its light… we would bury them.
I swallowed hard. I didn't know which part ached more burying my brother… or burying her babies.
I had failed…It was my fault.
