The funeral will be grand. The procession will be led by elegant black horses, who will parade around the city for all to see and mourn. All will have a chance to say goodbye to their old king and greet the new, for I will walk with it.
My sisters will cry. My mother will comfort them. I will do my best to comfort her. It will not work because there is nothing I can say to make her feel better - and nothing she can say will take the pain away.
Nothing we do will bring my father back.
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