The Second Funeral I

The funeral planning had been a quick affair, thanks to the Duchess and the Count's reluctant assistance.

Ísar had been too busy burying himself in the work of the kingdom he had missed while at the Academy. He looked through the month's activities the Count had worked through, noting some clear favoring of the higher noble's requests.

He visited the new clinics he had set up, talked with citizens in the slums all while trying to keep a strong face on as everyone sent him their well wishes for his loss. Ísar had spent the past two days of his uncle's funeral preparations working.

So much so that when the day of the funeral actually rolled in, he was a little surprised. On some level, he had thought that if he buried himself with work, everything would've just passed him by and he wouldn't have had to deal with the entire ordeal.