Bells rang, footsteps echoed. The halls were dressed in luxurious black silk, a sea of mourners begun to crowd the narrow passageways.

Prince Ethan made his way to the front row, his eyes clearly sunken from the sorrow. King Vismeth's body laid frozen in an intricate marble coffin. His many concubines stood in a row, beautiful and sad.

Funeral often showcased the deceased's social standing, which for King Vismeth clearly shown his unprecedented grandeur for wealth. Prince Ethan lifted his gaze, he saw no less than hundreds of mourners for his father. Yet, he saw no genuine sadness.

For a 9 year old boy, he knew. He knew that sadness isn't shown through the intentionally smeared eyeliners on the concubines, nor the small mutters of the crowd saying how the Kingdom lost a great King.

Prince Ethan knew these were nothing more than political ploy to show that they cared. They cared about the King. Why would they? The King was a fool, squandered almost all of their wealth on his womanizing ways, the best of wines and the biggest of statues.

It wasn't his death that made Prince Ethan wept. It was his worry on how things will turn out now that the egomaniac King will no longer be able to protect him and his beloved sister.

'Lilith', sighed Prince Ethan. His eyes wandered, Princess Lilith nowhere to be seen.

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'Ahhhhhh...', soft generous kisses trailed an almost whispering moan. A hulking towering figure cradled a pair of gorgeous legs. Deep breaths intertwined as the masculine figure had his passionate way with a scantily clad woman. His energy, brazen and commanding continued until the two figures reached a climax.

'Lilith', sighed the Knight. 'You're perf-', his words stopped as delicate fingers made their way to his lips, indicating that his silence is preferred. Princess Lilith pushed her way softly and begun dressing herself. She walks away as quickly, leaving the Knight dumbfounded and naked.

Princess Lilith roamed the silent hallways, knowing that everyone would be at the Funeral of the Great King Vismeth. A smile crept unto her face. Princess Lilith couldn't wait for the funeral to be over, for that glorious crown to be on her head.

She will finally reign as absolute power. No longer will a man tells her what to do, no longer will her Father dictates which man shall lay with her so that the Kingdom can gain wealth and territories.

'Finally', Princess Lilith's smile widened. A drop of tear made it's way to the cold castle floor.

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'Are you crying sister?', Prince Ethan asked. Princess Lilith turned, aware that her petite younger brother has managed to find his way to her, as always.

'Ahh, no. These are crocodile's tears', Princess Lilith spouted. Both seemingly content with each other's presence, warming to the reality that they no longer need to endure their Father.

Both seemingly unaware to what extend will they wish that King Vismeth is still alive.