1 Year Ago — Peninal Cemetery
(Elijah Harold Berningdowne's Funeral)
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It was a modest ceremony, attended only by close friends and family. Elijah had never spoken much about his relatives, but judging by the crowd gathered around his grave, Mirabelle couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever be able to summon even half as many when her own time came.
From a distance, she watched as the eldest son of the Berningdowne family delivered his speech. His broad shoulders and composed stance echoed his father’s presence almost hauntingly. She couldn’t see his face from where she stood, but the air around him carried a stern, unyielding stoicism—so unlike Elijah’s impassioned warmth.
With her benefactor now gone, Mirabelle stood in silence, uncertain of what future remained for someone like her.
Perhaps it was time to return to the only life she knew—time to begin the search again, for another man willing to take her under his wing.