The mourning kingdom was silent.
This was a rare case. The Nordic kingdom was usually lively and happy under their great King Yao. But all that changed when he died.
The funeral procession was long and utterly heart-breaking. All that the citizens could think about is the mourning princess. They all knew how much the Queen Consort loathed Princess Laila Meeraq Andersen. And how would she be now? Her father was gone.
The citizens entered the mountainous field in utter silence, no weeping. Just the grief stricken faces. All wore white; the colour of death.
The field was a rather famous one, it held the Nordic kingdom's Royal Mausoleum. It was an elaborate building many would say, an Ancient Greek- type building with marble columns and gold statues of past monarchs standing on the perimeter of the field.
It was seen a million times by citizens, for this is where the monarchs had events such as speeches. But there was a new addition to the vast field, one yet to be seen.
It was a statue of the newly deceased King Yao as he was in his youth.
And there stood at the foot of the statue was Greenland. In a long elaborate black dress with white patterns and her family's emblem that hung on a golden chain around her fair neck. Her hair was put up in an elaborate bun, showing both her beautiful face, her blood shot eyes and her sad expression. The last two being something not even the nicest of make-up could hide.
Beside her was Spain who was equally as pained. King Yao was like a father to him. King Yao was the one who took him in after his father died and trusted him to care for his daughter. Spain owed everything to him.
And as the ceremony proceeded, everyone grew to ignore the sayings of the Arch Bishop in front of them. All he said were pointless words about what the king has done. To the people, it wasn't what he has done. But rather what he did.
He did everything for his kingdom. He visited the poor, treated the people equally, he was just and right. He had the courage and makings of a true king.
"… And now we say goodbye to our beloved king." The Arch Bishop said with the utmost solemn expression.
And one by one, the people left their white roses on the king's coffin.
Finally, it was the Queen Consort's turn. She softly laid her white rose and lifted three fingers to her red lips and placed her fingers on the coffin. It was a goodbye. A goodbye to someone who was respected and important, but not a goodbye to someone you cared about.
Greenland slowly approached her father's coffin. This is it. I will never come this near to Father again. She thought. Father, I love you.
2 weeks later…
Greenland, South Korea and Spain sat in the massive library in the castle, Greenland reading Dante's Inferno and Spain and South Korea playing chess. It was a very silent event, mostly due to Greenland's current mood; which was depression, angst, aggression, sadness and a girl who would give an impression of going through early menopause.
"LAILA! LAILA!" South Korea yelled. "OI! LAILA!" He waved his hands in front of Greenland's face. "LOOK! CAKE!" He shouted, shoving chocolate cake in her face. "You've got be kidding me. Cake and no reaction. What has happened to the world?"
"Hmm… What?" Greenland said, rather absent minded of her surroundings. She was deep in her thought again, Spain would often assume. He was heart-broken by Greenland's personality now. The usually lively, charming, sarcastic young girl was gone and was replaced by a grey shell.
"Nothing really. Just wanted to annoy you." South Korea smiled cheekily. It forced though. He knew what Greenland was going through and he tried to cheer her up with his usual charming existence.
"Oh. Okay." Greenland said quite blankly. She then returned to reading. "No word of them survives their living season. Mercy and Justice deny them even a name." She recited. "I wonder if Father is in a good place."
"Of course he is." South Korea said. "He was a good man, a good uncle. I doubt he would deserve any punishment in hell. Stop reading that book. You'll just make yourself feel bad."
"It's been two weeks, Laila." Spain said, rubbing Greenland's back, trying to comfort her.
"Why should I?" Greenland continued sulking.
"Because there's more to life than this." Spain said. "You have to stop being like this."
"And what? Mother Russia would just abuse me even more. She's just letting me off now because she has to act as if she's still 'mourning' for Father. She never loved him at all. All that bitch cares about is wealth." Greenland said, closing her eyes, not allowing any tears to escape. "I'll be in my room."
South Korea and Spain just nodded as Greenland stood up to leave. She hurried out of the library and headed to her own. As she did she would hear the servants still muttering their condolences for her lost.
As she entered her room, she just let the tears fall. I'm tired of being seen as this sad, pathetic thing. She thought. But she knew well enough that she herself was forcing herself to be this way out of grief.
Greenland slowly unsheathed a knife from underneath the carpet in the small corner of her room and pulled up the long sleeve of the purple corset dress she wore. There on her fair white arm laid red scars. She slowly dragged the knife on to her skin and as she cried, all she could think was the physical pain. The pain was so much that she almost forgot about her father's death.
She then quietly then washed the blood on her arm and some drops on the floor and retreated to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
Still serious. But yeah~ If you guys haven't gotten it yet, China is Greenland's father. And I'm using Fem. Russia as Greenland's stepmother. She is yet to be revealed.
And also, I sincerely apologize if you guys find this chapter extremely short.
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