(Amaia)
Jamina's funeral rituals begin and my eyes remain on Alnilam. He stands beside her coffin. The grief weighs on him so heavily that his shoulders have slouched low.
A sense of defeat and guilt is all I sense from Alnilam. I can clearly see why it's so difficult for everyone to accept that she is gone.
She had high morals. She instantly took a step back on realising I was Alnilam's mate. She didn't try to play dirty, didn't try to cling to him. It was just easy to like Jamina. No effort was even needed.
The rituals continue. After the queen, Jamina's parents place flowers inside her casket and bend to give her one final kiss.
Their grief is palpable and every eye is wet in this cemetery.
After they are done, it's Alnilam's turn.
Delicately he picks up her hand and places the engagement ring back on her finger.
