A Royal Death [Gerhardt]

Worry striped the man's face as he followed effortlessly behind the man. His limbs carried him automatically, and he need not even think about his movements. That was a good thing, for his mind lingered only on Adette and what a horrible thing she supposedly had done. Drowned herself. Gerhardt had not expected this of the once queen. True, she was rash and at times unpredictable, but to kill herself? He hardly saw that as something she would do. She was at the Rio Grande, the place that had started it all, at least the place that had started their life here, and their family. Her body would lay here forever. He wondered if anyone had tried to save her, if they would have even been able to. Drowning was not the easiest problem to solve, he was sure. The man leading him seemed certain she was dead, and Gerhardt couldn't bring himself to believe any different. Who could survive drowning?

They reached the Grande at remarkable speed, and the man quickly exclaimed that they were all here, but Gerhardt saw no one. Rushing forth he inhaled deeply in the area that the man gestured toward, finding Adette's scent faintly on the scene. The ground here was wet, soaking even, and there were signs of others, two by the looks of it. "They must have taken her, she must be alive. Do you think there's a chance...?" He trailed off. What chance was there that his ex wife had failed at drowning herself? What chance was there that strangers had stopped and been able to save her? Gerhardt made a tight circle, willing himself to ask the man where she might've been taken, but unwilling at the same time. Did he even want to know? Wasn't ignorance bliss?

"Speech"