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Chapter 627: Short but... Fulfilled

Every step was measured, deliberate, echoing with the weight of history. Somto wasn’t just a king, he was the

general, the one whose victories had been studied, imitated, and revered across continents.

When the coffin reached the center platform, the generals set it down gently. Then, in one synchronized motion,

they saluted.

A command rang out.

"Honor Guard, prepare!"

From the side, a unit of elite soldiers raised their rifles skyward.

"Fire!"

Three rounds of blank shots cracked into the sky, the sound rolling over the graveyard like thunder. Several

younger dignitaries flinched; Chidera gripped the edge of his seat, his small hands trembling slightly until Queen

Chioma placed a firm hand over his.

Arthur, sitting rigidly in his seat at the front, didn’t so much as blink, but his jaw tightened, betraying the storm

inside. Carl, on Nnenna’s other side, drew in a steadying breath, shoulders squared as if he were carrying his

Somto’s legacy in that moment.

Nnenna sat between them, her wheelchair slightly angled so she could see the coffin clearly. She kept her face

calm, but her knuckles whitened where she gripped the armrest. Arthur noticed, his hand twitching as if he

wanted to reach out, but he held back.

Behind them, Darius leaned forward slightly in his row, eyes sharp, scanning not the ceremony itself but the

people, gauging reactions, searching for cracks in composure.

He sat among Somto’s closest comrades, but a subtle space was kept around him, as though the others

instinctively recognized he was both an insider and an outsider.

To the side, Queen White and King White sat in dignified silence, their pale uniforms glinting faintly. They bowed

their heads respectfully, but their presence alone spoke volumes, this was not merely Lionara’s loss. It was the

world’s. And it was theirs as well. Somto was like a son to them.

When the rifles fell silent, a bugler stepped forward. The mournful notes of the funeral call pierced the still air,

long and drawn out, each one pulling at the chest of everyone present.

Even Obinna, who had struggled to keep his composure throughout the preparations, lowered his head, lips

pressed tight against a grief he refused to show publicly.

The entire ground seemed to breathe as one, soldiers, royals, dignitaries, family. No words were spoken, yet the

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silence itself carried the weight of a promise: that Somto’s name, his deeds, and his sacrifice would never be

forgotten.

Once the echoes of the final salute faded, a heavy silence settled over the graveyard. No one moved. No one

breathed.

"Nnenna," Carl called softly, his voice low but steady. "It's time."

She didn’t respond, not right away. Her gaze was locked on the coffin, her body frozen. Seconds dragged on.

Then, suddenly, something cool landed on her cheek. A single drop. She blinked and tilted her head upward.

Dark clouds had rolled in, thick and heavy, as if the heavens themselves had chosen to mourn with them. For a

split second, Nnenna wondered if her emotions were somehow spilling into the sky. It felt too real... too much like

a mirror of her heart.

Click.

Carl leaned forward, scanning an icon on the side of her chair. Instantly, a sleek canopy unfolded above her,

shielding her just as the rain began to fall harder, sheets of it pounding against the stone paths of the graveyard.

The castle staff had prepared for this. All across the rows, umbrellas snapped open in unison, black circles rising

like a silent army of shields. But no one’s eyes left the front. Not a single glance strayed from the young princess

who was meant to speak.

The weight of their stares pressed down on her, and Nnenna realized there was no escaping it. This moment... it

was hers, unavoidable, inescapable.

Her hands trembled as she wheeled forward, the soft sound of her chair muffled by the pounding rain. She

stopped at the very front, the coffin lying just a few feet away, and pulled out a sheet of paper from her lap.

The page was rumpled, creased from how tightly she had been clutching it the whole time. She smoothed it with

shaking fingers, inhaled deeply, and finally lifted her head to face the sea of a hundred eyes, family, legends,

comrades, strangers.

And then, silence deeper than the rain fell over the crowd, as if the world itself leaned closer to listen.

The rain fell harder, drumming against the canopy above Nnenna’s chair. Water streaked down in silver sheets,

umbrellas dotting the graveyard like a forest of shadows. The sound was overwhelming, but the silence in the

crowd was even louder.

Nnenna’s hands trembled slightly as she smoothed the paper once more and lifted it. Her voice cout soft at

first, but steady enough to carry over the storm.

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