R.I.P My Friend (1)

"I had a strange dream last night."

"A strange dream? What was it about?"

"...A dream where I died."

At those words, Margaret closed her mouth, and the Queen gazed at the ceiling with weary eyes.

The Queen was now a 72-year-old woman.

"Since that dream, I've had a strange feeling. As if I'm not... really alive."

"Don't say such things."

"No, that's not what I mean. It's just... I feel like I'm living far beyond the age I was supposed to live..."

"..."

"...Does that sound strange too?"

"...Yes."

At Margaret's response, Elizabeth, who was destined to die about two years ago, gives a bitter smile.

In her dream, she was laid in a lead coffin.

Horses draped in black velvet carried her coffin, and atop it stood a wax effigy recreating her appearance in life. The crowd who saw the effigy wept more sorrowfully.