My Fiancée Hates Me [Completed]

Chapter 112: Fools P.2

[Past Life]

I wore a black dress that covered both my arms and neck and wore a short netted veil over my head.

It was a heart breaking funeral...

No one could keep their composure when they knew that the coffin could only show the faces surrounded by flowers on the deceased. The men who would otherwise try to act indifferent in situations like these broke down and cried alongside their spouses.

My tears were already long dried up from the countless nights of crying, so when it came to the funeral procession to the fallen soldiers, I handled most of the speech and handing out Awards of Valor to the coffins.

Long after the last person left, I stayed behind and sat beside Garett's coffin and rested my head and ear on it.

"...Arielle, you should not be here anymore," Erik said as he pat my back.

"Thank you for making the coffins full sized even though the rest of the bodies are missing," I said to Erik.

"As you requested, I also added sand for the weight. They will be carried off to be buried tomorrow," Erik said as he sat beside me and brought me into his embrace. "I am not telling you to not mourn but just saying that it is better that you do not stay here any longer. Garett would have wanted this for you too."

I wrapped my arms around Erik and hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone," I said.

"Arielle, I am fine because I have you," Erik said as he pat my head. "You kindness has often saved me multiple times. That is why I hope that you will return to your old self soon."

The old me who just smiled when necessary, relied on other people's help all of the time, and believed in the kindness of others?

Is returning to that ignorant me of that time really the right thing I should do?

Right...there is no right answer because everything is too late once you die.

I found myself sitting on my throne in a simple strapless slim fitted red dress with a white fur sash and a red rose ornament in my hair bun. It was a style that I did not go for often because it was out of my comfort zone. I found the change necessary for what I was going to do next.

"...You have come, Marquis Pillar," I said.

"I would like to retrieve my son as soon as possible," Marquis Pillar said as he kneeled before me.

"...Marquis Pillar, do not talk to me as if I am a servant. I am the Queen and Mother of this nation, so address me as such," I said coldly.

"M-My apologies, Your Majesty. I would like to see me son as soon as possible. He has been away from home for too long," Marquis Pillar said.

"You are right...I should return him to you as soon as possible," I said as I snapped my fingers.

My Guards soon brought out a small box and placed it on the ground in front of him.

"What is this, Your Majesty?" Marquis Pillar asked.

"Oh, 'that'? That is obviously your son," I said.

Marquis Pillar soon opened the box to find his son's decapitated head.

"...W-Where is the rest of him?" Marquis Pillar's asked as he lifted the entire box with his son's head inside.

"You do not need dismembered body parts to identify your son, right?" I asked as I got up from my chair and walked towards him.

"What crime did he commit!" Marquis Pillar's asked.