The Madness of Grief An RP post by Javert TW for self-harm, self-shaming, etc         "She's dead, your Majesty."   The words hit Ragnvald like an arrow burrowing itself deep in his chest. They were the words that every Father dreaded, feared, and hoped they would never have to hear in their lives. As Ragnvald stood behind his desk, the guardsman who had informed him standing across the room, his mind struggled to process the words he had just been to