[NOUR]
Memories had always been little yet significant components of life. The reminder of a life well lived, because life itself was a blend of the good and the bad. It was supposed to be that simple.
At least for Nour anyway.
Because that was what he had thought when the bell for the king's burning rang, and the prince didn't want to get up. He didn't even seem to be bothered by the fact that he was never going to see his father again.
And it was confusing because the entire kingdom was present.
All except Nour and Zaire.
Surely, he wouldn't stay away, right?
This was his father. The man he loved and adored.
This was the last of his family, and he was not going to even say goodbye?
"It's not like if I go there, I'll be able to bring him back. Besides, his people knew him better. It's only right that they be there," Nour had said to Zaire when the Lycan asked him to go along to the burning ceremony and perform the final rites for his father.
Nour had refused.
