Seraphina's Pov
As I watched my father's lifeless body being carried out of the house, a strange numbness settled over me.
The once-mighty Koran Hook, a man respected by the kingdom of Aldoria and trusted by the king himself, was gone. Just like my mother years ago, he had died in my hands, and now, I was truly alone. An orphan.
The air around me felt cold despite the warmth in the house, and despite how truly devastated I was, I couldn't bring myself to cry. Everyone in the living room was watching me, waiting for the daughter of the great Koran Hook to break down, but I couldn't give them what they wanted.
Tears would come later, perhaps when the realness of it all finally sank in, but not now.
From behind me, the sound of loud sobbing filled the room, and I turned slowly to see Gianna crumbling into a dramatic display of grief. Her face was red, streaked with tears, and her cries echoed through the room like that of a truly devastated widow.
