The day was gorgeous. You'd expect people to dance and rejoice now that the war was done, but definitely not Keladry of Mindelan. When the sun shone in her sparkling hazel eyes, she did felt like crawling into a hole and crying for all she was worth. She felt like the beautiful day was mocking her heart and mind. Couldn't it be dull and gloomy out to mourn for those who died?
Everyone had sobered. The dead were dead. Yes, tears were shed, but for the ones they knew, the friends and fellow knights. But not as much for the innocent people who were caught in the middle of fighting.
After the burial of the knights and men-in-combat, Kel and other knights and soldiers presented themselves at the other funeral. The one for the commoners and civilians who were killed in the war.
Kel pushed her hand over her mouth so that people wouldn't hear her dreadfully loud hiccuping. Kel sucked in more air, but instead got a mouthful of salty tears. Why did they have to die? They were so innocent!
Kel glanced across the field and ended up staring into the eyes of Domitan of Masbolle. She wanted to look down, to keep from embarrassing herself, but mostly him. He was shedding almost as many tears as she.
The funeral procession ended. Dom walked over to Kel and took her hand. His blue eyes were glistened down at her hazel ones and for that one second they were one in grief.
But then Kel hiccuped and the moment was over.
The two of them turned different ways, both their cheeks a similar shade of pink.