Crowds of nobles and their retinues across the three kingdoms arrived at the reclusive Palace of Salument at King Scylla’s behest to mourn the passing of Prince Lucifer di Neiro of the Crown States. Frankly, many of them didn't care. They just came here to curry favor with the King. If anything, Lucifer’s death was an opportunity now that the King had no living male heirs… In a palace a day’s carriage ride from the nearest city, nobody would dream of doing anything untoward, right? No matter how much it might bolster or raise their esteem with the King…
The nobles trickled into the palace slowly over the course of the day. The Palsgrave and her servants manage their stay, ensuring luxury to the finest point. Near sunset, all fifteen met for a five-course feast in the King’s audience, with live music and entertainment, and they all slowly retreated first to the drawing room, then back to their private rooms, to prepare for the solemn service tomorrow.
Somewhere in the woods beyond, a beacon of light shot upwards, diffusing against the evening clouds.
One former guest stepped out from the chalk circle where it arose, mind altered by the light. They knelt down on the grass and picked up the pistol lying by their feet, studying it. With the soft click of the gun cocking, they strutted out of the woods towards the palace…
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The next morning, Princess Pallas di Angelari was found dead in the forest. With a prince dead and a princess murdered, King Scylla will have blood...
