Konsa walked with Kyle down the hall, stiff and graceless. He slowed to a stop when they reached the large bedroom, Konsa stepped inside and glanced back at Kyle with an concerned expression. "You alright?"
Konsa nodded, "Of course." He replied, squeezing Kyle's hand. He glanced at the ashes wistfully, "Uh, do you want to go back to the bedroom?" Konsa asked, not wanting to be near Kyle's father's ashes any longer.
"Oh..." He said with disappointed, he glanced down at Kyle. "Yeah, of course." Konsa replied with a weak smile, "How long until the coronation?" Konsa asked Kyle's mother , glancing back up at her.