Lauralye nodded to the Lord of the Dead and gave him a small curtsy, "You are a kinder man than tales have painted you."
She then turned and made her way through the arch in Elysium. She wrapped her arms around herself. The place was beautiful with people laughing and dancing and enjoying their lives after life. Lauralye felt like in that moment, she was the only person in the green field who was indeed not happy. She walked endlessly through the green grass seeing no faces she knew and wishes for the ones she left behind. Lauralye had not made many friends in her life and those that she had seemed to have out lived her.
"Lauralye..." A small tender voice said.
The princess turned to look at a woman who was pushing herself to her feet, "My baby girl..." She wrapped her arms around her.
Lauralye looked up at the woman, "Mother?"
The Queen began to kiss Lauralye's face before she took her in as a whole. After a moment, she frowned, "How old are you?"
"S-seventeen..."
The Queen shook her head and pulled her daughter into her again, "You are too young to be here."
"So are you..."