The cemetery is a brooding ground with dark colors and low light. The grounds smell of water and are constantly damp. Rain falls upon the cemetery often.
Cemetery, Wasteland
kings
queen
I am the queen of the land. Other women constantly defer to me. I am respected for my grace and wisdom.
I am so sad that my son died so young. Who will take over now? There there, we will make another hier. It is so gloomy here. It is so depressing. Groundskeeper, please give us a minute alone with our son, thank you. Thank you, I really miss our son. Hopefully I am not too old to give you another heir. Maybe we don't need another heir, maybe this is where our history ends No, we must at least try. I am respected for my grace and wisdom and don't want to let down our people without at least trying. Then we shall try, let us make a blood pact, my queen.  Do you have anything that would cut skin? I have this broken glass. William, Keeper of the Grounds, please dispose of this properly I am sorry my king. I never should have let our son go out that day. It is my responsibility just as much as yours.  We are in this together my queen, we started this together and we will end this together