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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, Province of Angeles. 3 months and 1 week into the selection.

King Peter was sitting at his desk with a glass of gin as his adoptive brother and his daughter debated in front of him.

"Do you have any idea what you have done?" Baron Trayvon of Yonkers asked angrily as he glared at his niece. "You've earned us a big fat nation scandal!"

"Calm yourself old man." Princess Tamara declared as the Baron turned red.

"You little bitch!" The Baron of Yonkers spat as he held onto the desire to strike her across the face.

"Both of you, act your fucking ages!" Peter swore as he downed his drink.

"What I have done is given you 2 a way out." Tamara insisted as she looked at her father. "Now you can be honest about Amnon's murder and Absalom's role in it will never be known. There is plenty of evidence against Samuel Heisenberg."

"All of the evidence, is circumstantial." Baron Trayvon shot back.

"But he will have no credibility." The princess of Illèa replied as she slid a folder over to the King. Inside were reports of misbehavior and statements from witnesses who drug Samuel's name through the mud. The Miami police department, along with Derek Shaw, had gone out of its way to protect him, but Rose Stuart had managed to dig up all kinds of dirt on the cop from Clermont. Peter and Trayvon both looked over the evidence and were astounded by what the princess had gotten her hands on.

"What do you think?" The King asked with weariness.

"I'm still pissed at her for interfering…but under the circumstances, we might have to go with it. Brenner's family will see the stab wounds when they get his body back; at least this way, we can control the narrative." Peter groaned before looking at a smirking Tamara.

"Very well, Officer Heisenberg will be our fall guy." He declared as she was overcome with joy. "I'm sure that I can talk to the judge and convince him to see things our way."

Later that week.

Princess Tamara was feeling in top of the world as she went down to the royal dungeon. The trial against Samuel Heisenberg had been wrapped up toot sweet. The District attorney for Angeles has personally prosecuted the case with the evidence that Rose Stuart had gathered. Combined with the judge who had been coerced by the King, a guilty verdict and a death sentence had been a no brainer. As Tamara entered the dungeon, she found a dirty and battered Samuel Heisenberg in a cell. The guards had clearly given the dirty cop from Clermont a working over and she was glad of it. Samuel glared up at her as she stopped in front of his cell.

"Come here to gloat, bitch?" Samuel asked angrily.

"Yeah, I did actually." Tamara answered with a wicked smirk. "You deserved it for what you did to me."

"All I did was fuck you after you begged for it!" Heisenberg growled. "We didn't do anything you didn't want to."

"Amnon Brenner raped me and he said that he was inspired after listening to your boasts!" The princess of Illèa shouted as the cop from Clermont was a bit surprised; but soon recovered himself.

"So what, you think I'm gonna bed me a royal and not take credit for it?" Officer Heisenberg scoffed as he felt no sympathy for the princess at all. "I never told Amnon to rape you and if he really did it, the choice was his alone."

"Unfortunately for you, my brother and I don't see it that way." The princess replied as she held up a photo. "I know how close you are with Officer Shaw, I paid someone special to pay him a visit." Samuel took the picture and was horrified to see his mentor Derek Shaw, dead; his body riddled with bullets from a sub machine gun. Heisenberg was filled with amazing rage as he tried to strangle the bars of his cell because he could most strangle Tamara.

"You fucking bitch, I'll fucking kill you, you fucking bitch, I'll fucking kill you, YOU FUCKING BITCH, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Samuel screamed in pain and rage as he fell to his knees. "You fucking bitch…"

"Don't worry Samuel…you'll be joining him presently." Tamara said as she blew him a kiss before walking out.

Later that week.

A few days later, the execution of Samuel Heisenberg took place. The former dirty cop from Clermont was dressed in a white t shirt & grey sweatpants as he was led out to the courtyard where an angry mob was waiting for him. They shouted obscenities and pelted him with trash as he was led through to the block. The royal family was in attendance, along with Justin Eisenhower and Ianthe MacGuffin who glared daggers at him. Amnon's father had also come from Allens to see his son's killer beheaded.

"Does it hurt yet, you bastard?" Mr. Brenner called out as Samuel was brought to the block. "I hope it does…I hope it hurts like Hell!" Samuel said nothing as he was booed & taunted.

"Samuel Heisenberg, you have convicted of the first degree murder of Amnon Brenner and sentenced to be beheaded at his majesty's pleasure by a judge of good standing in this province." Officer Claude Eisenhower announced. "If you have a final statement to make before the sentence is carried out, make it now."

"At least I got to fuck a princess, number 1 on my to do list." Samuel declared with a cruel grin as he blew the Illèan princess a kiss. Tamara growled as she stood up.

"Kill the fucker!" She shouted as both her parents were surprised while Samuel kneeled at the block.

"Samuel Heisenberg, you shall now be beheaded at his majesty's pleasure; May God have mercy on your soul." Officer Eisenhower declared as the executioner raised up his axe & brought it down on Samuel; cutting off his head with 1 swift stroke. Tamara then turned to her father and uncle with a cold look.

"May all who offend me…share his fate." She whispered as Peter and Trayvon looked at her in annoyance and in fear.

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