Chapter 107: The Fallen Comrade

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the lake behind the Lokir Estate. The waters, usually calm and reflective, seemed to shimmer with the vibrant hues of orange, pink, and purple, painting a serene yet somber backdrop for the evening's ceremony. Tonight, the air was thick with unspoken grief, the weight of loss pressing heavily upon the gathered company.

A small, solemn group had assembled on the expansive lawn that stretched to the lake’s edge. The dragoons stood in formation, their faces etched with the silent sorrow that came from losing one of their own. The soldiers of Targu’s provincial army, stationed at a respectful distance, stood at attention, their rigid posture a testament to their respect for the fallen. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, allowing only the soft rustling of leaves to break the stillness.

At the center of the gathering, a simple wooden stand held a single framed photo of Gabriella. There were no remains to bury, no b