Chapter 124
A few days later.
Regina Voreoti came home.
She returned to her homeland, resting quietly in her father’s arms.
“You’re home now.”
The Count whispered to his daughter, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Wrapped tenderly in her father’s coat, Regina’s ashes seemed as small and fragile as a newborn child.
They fit easily into one arm, light as if she weighed nothing at all.
The funeral was held simply.
Regina was buried in the Urmariti estate.
She was laid to rest in a prepared spot, and one by one, those invited to the funeral scattered a handful of soil over her, leaving their farewells.
The Count and Countess of Urmariti were the first to scatter the earth.
The Count, who had wept so fiercely upon hearing the news, now faced his daughter with a composed expression for this final goodbye.