She nods slowly, "We need to talk afterwards."

"I know," he says, "I have much to tell you, as I am sure you have much to tell me. But all of that will have to wait until later tonight, Queen Namora."

Mora draws in a deep breath and lets it out; wiping the last of her tears from her face, she dons a blank expression, securely hidden behind her royal mask. Glancing to Jackson, she nods. The men open the doors to the castle before four of them pick up the casket and carry it carefully down the stairs. Slowly, Mora follows.

The entire town below is filled with men,...