On the next day, the warmth of the sun couldn't be felt by the small group of people attending Geoffrey's funeral.
They all wore black suits. As the coffin was lowered, Arthur watched while Christine comforted Melania who had almost soaked her handkerchief with her own tears.
Ivy stood there with vacant eyes. She had lost Isolde and now her own brother. It shook her confidence in her family.
They were supposed to be untouchable, how could dragons die such an ignoble death? Isolde was found with a hole in her chest, lying dead in her own pool of blood. A wretched end for a woman of her status and future, and now this.
Her brother's summon was killed by a corrupted dragon and he was one of the unfortunate few whose backlash was so severe they died along with their summons.
Dragons were apex creatures, they represented the insurmountable skies.
Right?
