#*domas 04

misty eyed, all too quiet for anyone’s comfort -- dalia could only manage to offer her condolences to the king and queen before falling behind her parents, pointedly avoiding damian’s worried eyes. unfortunately, that left her to walk alongside her eldest brother instead. “i can’t believe darius isn’t here.” she mumbled, sneaking a hand under her thin veil to dab at the tear falling down her cheek. “and that fucking russian is! couldn’t anyone throw him out?”