After one last gesture, anyway. His headstone lies before you, its epitaph something about remembered heroism. With a swift gesture, the stone animates at your command and the words are wiped away, quickly forming into your own message. Forever Beloved. A second twist of your will, and a socket opens on the top of the stone. You reach forward with your good hand and place a small prism into it, then close it around the tiny item again so that it is exposed to the air but not removable. When the sun comes, the music will speak of your affection forever.
Several hours later, you arrive before a small roadside inn, dim light spilling from its windows. In an eerie echo of the last night your boyfriend had been alive, you're surrounded by your servants, but this time is different- you're more than ready. You're the danger they're wary of, instead of the other way around.
You gesture, and Sheryl comes up beside you. "Yes, Lady?"
"Everything is ready?"
She nods. "Every scrap of food inside was dosed in slow-acting poison; anyone eating there won't be waking up tonight, and we've pulled out everyone else. They're in one of the rooms, asleep."
"Wonderful." It had taken a long time to track down every last member of your lover's adventuring party. The thief had been first, when her careless movement alone through Itonia's underground left her exposed enough for you to strike. She'd taken a long time to die, all your grief and rage torn from her in the form of screams. The mage was next, weak enough to succumb to a volley of poisoned arrows from a bound pack of hunter sprites and his body stolen away before they could call him back.