Violet
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
I didn't know how to feel about it and it saddened me the momentary bliss I felt would fade away whenever I think of just how many things were under his control.
'Then again, tradition is not something one can easily break out of even if they had the power.'
I tried. I tried thinking in his place. Maybe I was this way because of my upbringing, or simply because of who I was. But the idea of treating death as something honourable, something to celebrate, in an event like this when a lot of it could have been prevented...
I shook my head, trying to dispel the troubling thoughts.
It wasn't my place to judge. These traditions had existed long before I arrived and would continue long after I was gone. Who was I to question what had kept this nation strong for generations?
Still, the discomfort remained.
Some things could still change…
Especially if I was going to… be with him.
