The skies of the Valuan city were overcast, though the eldest of the magnificent city, could not recall the last time the sun broke through those looming dark storm clouds. The Sun would have been a most welcomed element to the already gloomy day.

It was a quiet day in Valua. Even though an official day of mourning had kept the high class children out of school, and most of the lower class on the other side of Valua's shores we're paying they're respects. It broke the hearts of many around the skies; the death of Prince Enrique was neither expected nor wanted. The Effort he put into the city, to fix the problems that his mother had created, was only starting to take shape in the city. It seemed in one day, everything he put his effort into. His heart and soul into this city, has started to become unraveled.

The crowds of people slowly piled into the inns and friends houses, preparing for a sobering event.

The curtains of the palace were drawn shut. Soldiers pacing the floors were orders given not to let any visitors into the palace for another hour at least.
However the royal's meeting room was a hub of activity. – Many of them were all too familiar with this room.

Footsteps could be heard echoing in the long marble hall way outside, almost a pacing. Louder they would grow. Then dim out again. – This lasted for about ten minutes when finally the guards nodded to the table.

The table was flanked by nervous and edgy officers of the old Valuan Empire. Belleza, De Loco, Gregorio. All there, all had returned as requested by letter of the Empire.

The oak wooden doors of the great marble room flung open. The noise startled the officers the noise of chatter stopped altogether.

A tall man entered the room in wake of the doors. His once black hair now silver, his eyebrows seemingly stitched into an endless frown. The glare that he gave could bring the most fearless man to his knees. This was the once Lord Admiral; Galcian.

Belleza's blue eyes shifted from her classic red pant suit, to Galcian and then down to her hands, neatly folded in her lap.
De loco, his red irregular shaped glasses hid the surprise, as his thin lips mouthed curse words, his entire face screamed; fear.
Gregorio sighed slowly sinking back into his chair; His life back to being ordered by Galcian?

All admirals attending took Galcian's appearance in a different way. Though all looked at him in fear. Confusion and questions started to arise the moment he sat down.

Tiffany however, was still asleep by noon hour. A sturdy knock on the door made her jump out of bed.
Lifting her head up from the pillow she blinked, managing a mumble she addressed the door in a curtly fashion; "whhhhaaa….?"
"Its time for me to clean your room. Get up..."
Tiffany grumbled pulling a comb out of her small back pack she rearranged the mass of hair into the ribbon again.

Quickly pulling on a pair of black jeans to accent the bluebell flowered blouse she had already put on.
Opening the door and curtly nodding to the Lady looking to clean her room she made her way slowly threw the halls and onto the streets of Valua.
The pervious day's events were still at issue in the young girl's mind. – The Marble floors still stretched its many clues. The only natural thing to do was to return. However she quickly learned that may be more difficult then first thought.

The Imperial guards paced the palace grounds at an off beat tempo. No one was to enter, No one was to leave. The Government of Valua still believed whoever did this was still in Valua. The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime, or so the saying goes.

Across from the Palace sat a bench. Many overlooked the movement of the government from that bench, as it proved much too difficult on a normal day to get into the building.
Tiffany flopped down upon this bench, pondering how to make her way in there. That building held the key to a mystery, which would plague her forever unless solved.

"Thus, the choice is made." Tiffany stated to herself, brushing off the invisible dirt on her pants again. Pacing up and down a few meters for a couple of minutes, she approached the palace.

" Miss. You aren't suppose too be in here." One of the Palace guards grunted.
Tiffany frowned, "Oh, I'm here to place the flowers in the throne room…"
"My word, try to stay on time Miss." The Guard grunted opening the door. "You're late."
"I figured that, the way your carrying on..."

Tiffany gave her ribbon a pull, pulling the hair it was holding a little snugger, and made her way to the door.

"Mmmm. Where's your flower?" The guard opposite to him raised an eyebrow.

Tiffany paused, turning around slowly to face them. "There going to be delivered later on..."

"I see. Move along then."

Tiffany turned and walked father into the palace again.
The grand entrance hall was surprisingly not marble. Rather it was a grand a majestic Slate, etched with red granite through out it. Portraits of the Royal family lined the cream walls only to be spaced for the amour suits that stood proudly on the floor.

"The Palace is even more magnificent the second time inside." Tiffany noted awed by the halls. Though the feeling didn't last forever, she had to work quickly; sooner or later the real florist would show up, hopefully by the time Tiffany bolted out of here.

But Fate had it out for Tiffany, so risking it, she would not be.

"Problem number one." Tiffany sighed "Where the heck is the throne room."

Quickly she started opening doors. Then snorted; Right in front of her the huge wooden oak doors. That would make sense no?

Briskly walking towards them, her footsteps echoed across the hall.
In two hours the funeral for the prince would start. Two hours to prove her innocence.

Throwing the doors open she eyed the floors. Her eyes darted around the room, and then towards the throne...

Nothing…?

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I love cliff hangers. I'm mean. Anyways, sorry it took so long I hit a block. Hope to have the next chapter up faster then this one.
I think I got all the Mistakes this time. Meh.
Thanks for reading. :3