I was admiring the most recent grave in the cemetery, I had so many flowers of each type. I wondered if he died he would have as many flowers as my father, I shook my head at such a thought. I never went, nor will I be a great king as he was.
"Erik, I was looking for you! You did not hear me? You have to go to the living room, we have to organize the coronation" Nadir's voice took me out of my thoughts.
"I was observing". I looked at the grave again, sighing. "I miss him". I never thought I would say that, if my father saw me, he would slap me just for the fact that he was sad about the death of an old man.
"I know ... and I'm so sorry." He always tried to comfort me, but at this time no one could.
I got up, ready to leave, when suddenly I noticed another more distant grave. My father never let me go there. He said that this grave was dangerous, but what the dead could do.
I approached her. The grave was normal, it was of a king surely, but I noticed that in that grave, there was something different. He had a statue of a woman at the beginning of the grave, as if he were protecting the grave. I bent down to see closely who the grave might be. It was clearly the tomb of a king, but it was somewhat neglected.
"Whose grave is it?" I asked my friend, I was curious to what king that beautiful statue belonged to.
"Christine Daae or better known as The Mad Queen."