Lueur| A Yoongi FF| (Completed✓)

17- Naive

It was a bright and sunny day as Elira stood in front of the mirror, the dresser tying up the back of her black silk dress, a tulle fascinator over Elira's face.

These past couple of days had felt like years, from attending her new duties to closing pending ones.

She picked out a pearl necklace and leaned down so that the dresser could clasp the back.

"Your majesty," the dresser bowed before exiting the room, leaving Elira alone in her room. She looked at herself, walking out shortly after, taking care to not look at the door opposite to hers in the corridor.

She hadn't gone to Kiana's room ever since she'd come back. She knew her mother had had it cleaned out, but even looking at the door, where Kiana and Elira had once scratched on wonky butterflies with their penknives closed up her throat.

Elira had asked for a room closer to her new study, and it would be ready to move in the next day.

Her footsteps were muffled by the carpet as she walked into the foyer, before getting into a black car.

She would have her meals with her mother, who didn't bring up the matter of the supposed murder again after that day, restricting her conversation to Elira's daily commitments and useless chatter.

Elira didn't know why she was so angry, trying to distract herself from it by reading and signing a bunch of papers instead.

 
She couldn't look at her mother without snapping at her.

But she couldn't help herself either
Elira felt bad every time she did it, and she tried apologising, but she'd only make it worse.

"I- I'm sorry we sent you away. You weren't here for so long. You didn't get to spend more time with them-" her mother had whispered last night as Elira had made a careless remark when she said something
Elira looked away

She knew perfectly well it was ridiculous, the way she was behaving.

"It's not your fault. It never was your fault. I don't- I don't know why I'm acting like this. But please, give me some time. Give me some space. I don't want to hurt you-" Elira had mumbled, Narina's eyes filling with sadness as she nodded, wiping her hands before leaving the dining room

Leaving Elira alone at the expansive table

Wasn't this what she wanted?
Solitude?

Then why did she feel even worse?
Elira sobbed into the napkin at the table, her cracked voice echoing in the room as she broke down

Alone
....

She watched as her father's flower wreathed casket was sent into the fire.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The heat from the furnace brought sweat to their faces, people covering their faces with their delicate handkerchiefs and napkins
But Elira looked into the fire, head-on, the brightness causing dark spots to dance at the edge of her vision

She wondered how it would feel,
To be engulfed in flames,
Disintegrate till you weren't you anymore
Just dust, particulate matter...

She watched as the other casket was lowered into flames.

So young. So pretty. So kind.
Her sister
She had never thought it would come to this
Maybe she should've become the counsel,
Someone else would've gone to Korea instead
Maybe she would've been in that car too...
Maybe-