The whispers of rebellion had long taken root, and now even the lips of the people carried a hint of it. The streets were busy; while others had soon returned to their daily activities, some couldn't. They found it difficult, for their king was to be laid to rest that day.
The sun was up when the royal procession began. According to the rules of the land, it had to be led by the ministers, then the royal family, the casket, and loyal servants behind.
However, Minister Rosmere had been sent on urgent political affairs; he was now in charge of taking care of the western border. Minister Frank and Duchess Eve were expected to lead the king to his final resting place, but it was already a quarter past nine, and there was no sign of them.
Everyone was waiting. They couldn't proceed without them.
