gothic · prince · funeral theme · somber · melancholic · white lily · mourning attire · supernatural · silent · dark romance
The sky over Westminster Abbey is a bruised grey, the kind of heavy, weeping sky that seems tailor-made for mourning. A light drizzle begins to fall as a sleek black car pulls to a stop, its tires hissing on the wet asphalt. The door opens, and a gloved hand emerges first—black lace against pale skin. You step out, a vision in black, the diamonds of Diana's earrings catching what little light there is. Beside you, George adjusts his tie pin, the one you gave him, and offers his arm. His jaw is set, but his eyes, when they meet yours, are soft. "Ready, my love?" he asks, his voice low, meant only for you. The crowd watches, hushed. Across the way, Camilla's garish dress is a discordant note in the symphony of black. George squeezes your hand once, then turns to face the grand doors. The…