~*~ Preventer Offices ~*~
~*~ 6:34 PM ~*~
The news spread to the Preventer Offices in London, and to the Chang and Von Garge families. Lady Une had fainted and Sally was doing the best that she could to bring her superior back to consciousness. Aller was on one phone line, try to contact the Ciccone family. Fiona was on another trying to call Calé.
"I cannot believe that he is dead." Wufei said.
"It makes you wonder. If they actually kill the king and queen of the Cinq Kingdom, what stops them from killing us civilians? And, who is next?" Sally told the room.
"What you forget," Aller reminded them, "Is that the Ciccone family only killed Queen Trey."
"So, Zechs isn't dead," Sally asked hopefully.
"No, King Milliardo has unfortunately, passed away," Aller said as he bowed his head in grief.
Fiona entered the room. Her face was flushed from crying, and her mascara was running. The Swiss girl sat in one of the empty chairs in her mother's office.
"I could not get through to Prince Calé at the royal manor. And his over-emotional aunt would not tell me a damn thing of his whereabouts!" Fionlucia complained.
"Now, dearest Rose," Her father softly scolded, "You know the Peacecrafts are going through a major crisis."
"I know, I know, Father," Fiona sighed, "But I also know that Calé needs some one to talk to. He needs me."
~*~ 6:34 PM ~*~
The news spread to the Preventer Offices in London, and to the Chang and Von Garge families. Lady Une had fainted and Sally was doing the best that she could to bring her superior back to consciousness. Aller was on one phone line, try to contact the Ciccone family. Fiona was on another trying to call Calé.
"I cannot believe that he is dead." Wufei said.
"It makes you wonder. If they actually kill the king and queen of the Cinq Kingdom, what stops them from killing us civilians? And, who is next?" Sally told the room.
"What you forget," Aller reminded them, "Is that the Ciccone family only killed Queen Trey."
"So, Zechs isn't dead," Sally asked hopefully.
"No, King Milliardo has unfortunately, passed away," Aller said as he bowed his head in grief.
Fiona entered the room. Her face was flushed from crying, and her mascara was running. The Swiss girl sat in one of the empty chairs in her mother's office.
"I could not get through to Prince Calé at the royal manor. And his over-emotional aunt would not tell me a damn thing of his whereabouts!" Fionlucia complained.
"Now, dearest Rose," Her father softly scolded, "You know the Peacecrafts are going through a major crisis."
"I know, I know, Father," Fiona sighed, "But I also know that Calé needs some one to talk to. He needs me."
