[b]-Bearnard and Sorcha-[/b]

The incense and smoke was filling the grand temple as the funeral procession went on, honor one of the few decent kings to have reigned. Bearnard and his family were one of the most recognised families in the temple, almost purely because of their lack of silks and finer clothes. Dressing more to their own style of fashion which seemed worlds away from half the realm, of course there was Cormag too who towered over everybody in the temple. Easily the most recognised man, purely because of height alone.

“It’s nice to see you dressed finely for once.” Sorcha’s tone playing on her husband lack of so called finer attire. Beneath the eyes though the woman could read that something was plaguing his mind, though it was only noticeably visible when they had viewed the corpse of the late King John. “What’s on your mind?” Her tone of voice lowered to wave away any unwanted attention, lowering a rose upon John’s cold body out of respect. It wasn’t the south’s custom but she felt obliged to do so seeing as other ladies of the realm were doing it.

“He was a healthy man, how he died doesn’t seem right.” Speaking in the same low tone as his wife, as he eyed the corpse. Scanning over it once before turning with Sorcha to resume a slow paced walked back to their seats. However in their approach back he spotted a man on the balcony above the funeral, but ignored his very presence seeing who it was. “You must try and tell Lily that she isn’t to get too comfortable here in the capital. We’re here only to see a king in his last moments and to settle the dispute of who is to become the next King or Queen.” Bearnard actually feared for the sake of his youngest daughter in this city of silver tongued jackels.

Sorcha didn’t say anything but had nodded in agreement, but she couldn’t help the desire to tour the market’s also. It had been a long time since she’d left Raeldar for anything, even longer since she’d been in the capital. She didn’t like the fact that Bearnard would make enemies and lash at the pride of others when it came to elect a successor to the late king or he cause a major splitting on the elective succession laws. “Just try and be nice with the others.” Speaking softly as the pair exited temple, waiting for their children.

[b]-Lily and Cormag-[/b]
Standing besides her brother Lily seemed to be the shadow of an against the midday sun, it still amazed her on how talk Cormag had been. It was there time to look over the king, it was her first time looking over a dead body and it didn’t sit well with her. Feeling her stomach begin to churn, looking to her brother and pulled slightly on his leather jerkin. Shaking her head side to side, feeling like she was going heave. Her brother nodded leaving from the view to follow their parents. Who were waiting outside.

“Do they all look like that when someone dies?” Would her father and mother look like that when they passed on? She thought with a slight curiosity. Lily had asked her brother solemnly, curious on the question but not so keen on staring at death so close. 

“Yes sweet sister it is. But remember we have our own beliefs in the south. Our funeral’s are by fire to release the soul from the body. They do everything wrong here, even their religon.” Cormag letting out a small chuckle, ignoring the scowls of scorn and disrespect at him. Especially from the priests of the temple.

Nodding agreement with her brother as her stomach still felt uneasy as the siblings continued on outside but when the exited the temple a screech pierced the air. Cormag patted his sister as light as he could, adding a smile to the mix to put his baby sister at ease. However he did wonder on what the sound was.

[b]-Iain and Anna-[/b]
Truth be told Iain was more than happy and take care of affairs of state. It might very well test his skills but if he had to be honest he held little hope of such notions, since things came to him easily. Going threw documentation as he sat across from Anna eating their fast. Slab of deer meat in its own broth, bread was simple of enough for him. Dunking the hard rye bread into the broth before biting the softened bread, filling his stomach with warm relief. 

Anna however was indulging being gone for over five months now was missing the smaller things in life. Along with the meat and bread, she also added some fruits and cheese to her fast. Her lifestyle demanded sustenance and needless to say she could eat more than most men, but her figure never changed. By the time her brother Iain had eaten half, she had eaten enough that would’ve fed a small army. 

“Who do you think is going to be the next king?” Iain starting a plain conversation with Anna since it had been so long since just the two of them had held a simple conversation. Signing a few documents as he spoke

“Honestly I don’t care. However there are a number of people that could fill that position and have legal claims. Including father and mother’s absolute claim to the throne but there is no way he’d push forward that claim.” Biting down upon a hard hunk of sharp white cheese, washing it down with several gulps of water

“Agreed but he might use those facts out to push towards a decent ruler instead of all these petty men with claims on the throne. I don’t think father and mother could be a king and queen much more than you and me being a prince and princess. What I don’t like is the De Reimer’s hold on that much power.” Both of the siblings could agree on that fact as they continued with their fast.