His body was decaying already. Buried on the cliffside in Northern England, on Sinclair land, where all the Sinclair family were buried from the past three hundred years. Many came to honor her father. Hundreds of Magicals. The entirety of the Magical Militia was in attendance. Every single soldier. Past and present. Several people felt compelled to speak at Ambrose’s funeral. Maeve heard none of their words.

