He was scared Xavier would say he had committed suicide after his failed love and that the man they were now listening to was a spirit.
The graves of the royal kings and their kith and kins lie silently, they being disturbed by these love birds or rather enjoyed the whole thing about the blossoming love and acted as a haven for the love-lorn people.
He knew he was late. He knew that she hated it. He also knew what she loved. Holding a bunch of white roses, he hurried to the forsaken garden.
He walked on, north. The air had gotten colder and colder as he went further north and now it had begun to snow. He ran a gloved hand across his face