Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn’t care. His fingers still clutched David’s small cross necklace.

Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky.

A few minutes passed in silence until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?"

Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?"

Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I’ve heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of...