Eward had never been particularly fond of Lord Wexley. Though Eward had been polite and courteous he had always shown greater favour towards his elder brother Peter. Usually Eward would have attended out of social duty, on behalf of his family but as Lysander was here he had no clue why he was even at the funeral.
Still - there was always an up side. Katherine was there but he doubted anything would come of it. She looked so lost and alone, probably remembering her own father in childhood and other memories. Taking a moment away from the crowds he stepped over to her, standing by her and watching the world outside.