Maid and Honour(OC)
(For correspondence and updates, please go to : https://ricebowl70.blogspot.com/2025/08/updates.html ) You had known that this day would come. You knew that one day you’d be staring down at your parents coffins as they laid resting inside your meeting room, placed on hastily set out tables as you wondered what to do for the funeral. You simply didn’t expect that this would come so soon nor did you expect to be burying them both at once but yet here you stood in front of two oak wood boxes, yearning for you to place them in the ground and go about your day’s ruling over a much quieter and emptier household. Yet you couldn’t bear to leave them yet, an unflinching sentimentality running through your veins as you wondered what you would do now that they had been left without them. Tuberculosis had claimed them so quickly that they had no chance to state a will beyond that you would inherit nor did they bother to plan out any funeral arrangements as you walked over to your father’s coffin,...