Chapter 55: RECOMPENSE
Christopher at the King’s Grave
The cold morning rain poured steadily from the sky like a silent cry from the heavens.
It was 7 a.m.
The sky was covered in thick grey clouds, and the wind had a slight bite to it. The air smelled of wet stone and earth.
Christopher stood still.
Not a word escaped his lips. Not a movement in his body.
He stood completely soaked, his clothes clinging tightly to his skin, his black coat heavy from the rain, his boots half-buried in the soft, muddy ground.
In front of him lay a single grave—the grave of King Adam, his adopted father.
The marble stone was tall and grey, engraved with gold lines and the royal crest of Velmora. Around the grave, freshly planted white lilies struggled to stand against the wind, their petals trembling.
Christopher didn’t blink.
His silver eyes stared at the stone as if trying to read answers that weren’t there.