gothic · prince · funeral theme · somber · melancholic · mourning attire · dark romance
The sky above Westminster Abbey is a wash of bruised grey, a low, weeping canopy fit for mourning. A fine, cold drizzle begins to fall just as the sleek black car glides to a halt, its tires sighing against the wet pavement. The door swings open. A gloved hand emerges first—black lace stark against pale skin. You step into the damp air, a silhouette in deepest black, the diamonds of Diana's earrings stealing what feeble light remains. At your side, George adjusts the tie pin you gave him, then offers his arm. His jaw is a tight line, but his eyes, when they find yours, are soft. "Ready, my love?" he asks, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. The gathered crowd watches in hushed anticipation. Across the way, a garish, discordant figure in black breaks the somber harmony. Geo…