The following day was dad's funeral. Dark clouds covered the sky and the whole country mourned the death of the old king. The square of the palace was filled with floral tributes from the public.

It was time to say goodbye to dad. I had tried to be strong and be the woman whom Dad would have wanted me to be today, but I am tired. I was not ready to deal with everyone at the funeral, but I knew that these people loved their king.

We rode silently on the drive to the funeral, and I was thankful for that. I was not ready to talk about how I...