#i also don't know if Ysole would be getting communion at this point in time?

[thestressedsimmer]

July 1st, 1315: Medieval Church Style, Willow Creek

After days of walking and hearing the cries and shouts of the townspeople (and giving donations to the poor in the queen's name,) they finally made it to the church where Queen Joan was to be buried. It was decorated beautifully with both the Comyn and Capet family crests. Portraits of the queen were hanging and her coffin was moved from the carriage and to the altar where prayer candles and many flowers and statues were placed beside her.

The flag that had been draped over the coffin was folded and placed to the side; the family would probably bring that for her husband. To help in his grief.

Everyone took their seats for the mass, the king's family on the right and the queen's on the left. The air felt heavy as mass proceeded - the sounds of sniffles and cries filling the air.

Duchess Elizabeth and Baroness Joan were completely beside themselves as the homily started. The priest speaking about the queen and her life - about how many hearts she charmed and how kind she could be. He praised her efforts to make the lives of Willow Creek's citizens better and her devotion to the Watcher. He praised how she kept going despite her sickly disposition and reminded everyone in the room that her pain and struggle was over now, she'd go to Paradise to be with her son.

Hextilda felt somewhat numb as she listened to this. After coming so close to death herself because of the same illness that her sister had? She felt it was hollow. She didn't think she'd rather be dead than "suffer," but. . . She also appreciated that it seemed to calm her mother.

The line for communion was more solemn than usual. Because the coffin was there. It also moved faster than usual, everyone trying to get through so they could finish Joan's rights and also focus on her instead of this.

Abigall felt somewhat confused as mass finished, wiggling in her seat. It had been an hour and her heart hurt like she had never felt before... But Queen Mother Elizabeth sat with her, frequently reaching over and taking her hand.

When the mass part was over? She couldn't get up fast enough.

Ysole went straight to the coffin at the end of mass. She finally lost the tenuous composure she'd had the whole time and started sobbing, ignoring everyone who was trying to console her and talk to her.

Unfortunately, she had to be dragged away so Joan could be buried below the altar; beside her son, brother-in-law, and father-in-law. Waiting for her husband to join her.