My name is Kel and no one cares for me anymore. Neal is dead I lead the fort and refugees into chaos and my family was attacked by raiders. The gossipers like me as their head line now and no one is cheering me on to back talk them or stand up straight. They are all in mourning my friends are. The cemetery is open for us tomorrow to bury Neal. My lover… my savor.
Neal was the only one that truly understood me. He was kind and sarcastic at the same time. He was handsome and lanky, all elbows. But he died trying to save me.
I was wearing a full length gown of white silk. A prize I will never forget. An arrow shot my way and if he hadn't thrown himself at the attacker I would've been the on in the coffin. His blood spattered my dress as the arrow went clean throw him. It had hit his hear and died instantly. The other people at the party we were at heard me cry in the dark. The king's own commander came out and lifted Neal way while Lalasa hugged me shoulders and brought me inside.
It was over now. It was still raining when I had last looked outside which was about two weeks ago. I had eaten everything and threw it up again. Many healer's had tried to heal me but can they heal a broken heart? Duke Baird of Queenscove and Neal's father had tried to comfort me. I never answered to his speech and he left. His shoulder drooped in sadness. I had no feelings and never got back to him.
Kel died a month later from a broken heart and malnutrition. She was buried next to Neal and their souls never parted.