Trey’s breath was gone. He gaped at his sister. Flos’ brows shot together. “No. Move out of my way.” “I won’t.” Teres was shaking. She pointed at the block of ice. “You’re keeping him—just like he was when he died! Bury him! It’s disrespectful. And he deserves rest!” Rest. That word rang true to Trey. He stared at Drevish’s head. It was preserved, so that he could be by his king’s side even in death. Whether he liked it or not. Just like…Trey. And Teres.
Flos is such a complex character. Some things make you admire & respect him, then .... this .... and the later things .... so much death.
