Prologue:

Rain pelted the ground as the Queens casket was carried out by her most trusted men and women. Albions flag proudly draped over it; adorned with white roses, to match the Queens's pure heart and radiant beauty. Everyone lined the path and held their heads high, because that's what she would have wanted. They all had their brave faces on; while the sky wept for all of them. Except for one little boy in particular; who sat watching from the burial site as his mother's body was carried closer. Tears openly flowed down his face and even the cool rain couldn't hide them. He glanced at Jarvis who stood straight and proper like he always has and it only caused him to choke up more. A breath caught in his throat as the casket was carried over the gaping hole and placed on the levy that was to lower it into the ground. He took his sleeve and wiped away his tears; following Jarvis and stood straight and proper as Page and the rest took their spots off to the side.

The priest said a few words and the trumpets sounded in the background filling the air with mourning for not even they could silence the sound of Bowerstones cries. All of Albion would remember her as the best ruler; Jarvis took the stand after the priest and said his few but meaningful words. He was followed by Page who somberly and tearfully read aloud hers as well. Logan and his wife Isabel also had their share of words; but the boy wasn't paying attention to any of them. He was focused on the casket where she lay; just as she did the day before while he laid with her peacefully in the castles main bedroom. Warm and safe under the feather filled blankets; protected from everything as she held him in her arms and her in his. His mind drifted back to yesterday.

"Mother, don't go" the boy spoke; though his words were muffled through the sheets of the bed. He could feel her shoulders shake and she spoke.

"Why would you like me to stay?"

"Because…" He paused taking in a breath he pushed the covers away from his face and looked up at his mothers. "I can't be a King, I'm only five" he reminded her.

The Queen chuckled and continued to play with his hair; "You know, it's in your blood to rule"

"Yes, but I can't do it" He retorted.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because…I'm scared I won't do a good job" he sighed, relaxing his head into the crook of her neck. She stopped playing with his hair and let her arm drape over his shoulder. She was too weak to hold it up any longer and she could feel sleep falling upon her.

"You see this" She said pointing to the small birth mark on his collar bone."It guarantees you won't fail, because you 're meant to sit on that throne" She told him.

He reached up and touched the spot that bore the mark; which just looked like an upside down heart. He felt his eyes begin to burn as he did.

"Just please don't go" He choked out.

The Queen didn't answer; he laid his head down on her chest and prayed while listening to the sound of her heart beat. He prayed with all his might and focus; just hoping for her to open her eyes again; to hold him and catch him.

Guns fired in the background; causing the boy to snap back into reality. The ceremony was over and it was time to leave. Jarvis placed a hand on the boys shoulder and led him over to the casket. The boy gripped the flower that was in his hand; not wanting to throw it in with the rest in that deep cold hole. That would make it final. They stood at the edge of the hole for a long time; tears continued to fall from his eyes and Jarvis continued to stand by his side. When finally the boy threw the flower down and took off running into the castle. Jarvis sighed and watched the boy run off before peering into the grave. The boys flower stood out amongst the rest; for his was a lily. The Queens favorite flower, Jarvis bowed politely "Your majesty" excusing himself he left to go after the boy.