“Come, it’s time to go.”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter where you are. What matters is where you’re going.”
She smiles. “Do you know who I am?”
Her smile widens. “You must be tired. You’ve done so much already.”
Her hand is warm and… familiar.
“Gently now… gently.”
And trumpets blared as the herald announced the passing of their great king, the one who had brought it to an unsurpassed golden age. His body would lay next to his wife, as he had instructed, and it was no surprise. His health had been failing ever since she had passed away. He had given his life for his country, now that burden was to be shouldered by his son.
Whatever it was though, he was at peace now… at peace.