Chapter One-Twenty-Eight: Milos

The grave plaque inside the royal mausoleum is a beautiful white, gold and blue.

Exclusive and exquisitely fit for royalty.

So why is Mother’s name still etched onto it?

“I asked that you be moved outside the royal mausoleum when I requested your divorce, but I guess Ninko wanted to be buried next to you.”

I utter as I shut the door of that specific slot allocated to their generation in the ancestral line.

“I am going to be honest and say I could care less where you ended up. I’d probably hire people to pee on your grave too.”

There is no response; of course, there isn’t. It would be a problem if there were one.

“I never in my life thought I would be here. You cannot really bury the problems the dead stirred, just the dead, huh?”

A sigh slips from my lips as I settle next to a white marble sarcophagus opposite Mother’s, which rests atop Ninko’s.

“Dying should come with a disclaimer. deaths only solve part of the problem or the cause of the problem; the things they stir still r