My ex lover

QWEN

I missed so much about the palace.

I missed the gardens, the old chamber where I used to stay with my friend who met her demise after her lover was stolen from her crisp by a ragtag slave, and the pretty walkways.

The still retained the unfading beauty, their timeless glory, their spark, and every single memory they rekindled in my mind.

I decided to check out the garden where Gova’s ashes were said to have been buried after she was cremated at her mother’s wish.

I knew I had no problem with Gova, but I liked seeing the graves and burial pyres of those I took their life, and had she been in the least of those I had marked to kill, I could have dug out her ashes and threw it around the palace, to keep her soul restless.

Her grave was a pretty one though.

Just a little space for her ashes on which a plaque with inscriptions on it was made. I did not bother to read the writings on the plaque, because they could bear curses on whoever had his hands in her death.

I raised my eyebrows