Josceline cried silently to herself as he spoke. She was now the ruler of Lucifial, she had to make sure that things were running well, she had to grow up. But how? She turned to look at her father, he looked so peaceful as if he was only sleeping. No one had taught her anything about being a ruler. She only learned how to smile and keep interest on her. She looked down at Allen, someone who had always been by her side no matter what. â€œOf course you are right. But you will be the only person I trust.â€<br/><br/>She walked toward the door and turned back to look at him. â€œCome Allen, I wish to go to the garden, and anyway someone should be here soon to prepare the Kingâ€™s body for the funeral.â€ With that she left making her way to her favorite bench that was surrounded by roses.