“Alright I know I agreed to this but just a heads up my nails are a total disaster area so...you have a lot of work on your hands today.”

“Hey you didn’t happen to see any Saint Fragments did you?” Blunt and straight to the point. At this time Makie had no need to be formal. She wanted those saint fragments, she needed that damn money! Which is why she asked the guitarist sitting on the park bench. Normally the park is where the source of information gathered, besides a bar, and this could have been a place where she could find some of the fragments. 

There is much work to be done beyond what the guards have constructed, new stables to be built and households accounted for. King Diebold stinks of a lying pig, grave words in his mouth and hidden secrets hidden behind his tongue. Alonso does not believe for a moment that he does not hide behind the mercy of abiding law and the lack of weapons granted to them all for there is little cause to trust in him. The executive is a bloody aftermath and yet he watches, forever stained with the memory of the man who likely plays scapegoat to a higher power. People disperse, returning to their households and to rearranging their lives around the losses of both men and the feelings of safety. When all but a few linger, he spies a woman standing alone and walks up to settle beside her, recognizing her in passing beyond pleasantries. “Your Majesty, I hope such a sight does not disturb you. This man earned his death for the pain he has caused us all.” A lie, a way to test where her true thoughts lie in the force behind this. But it is as much a comfort as it is an offer of trust. 

Well, wasn’t that a weird thing? A yellow rose, just dropped there on the middle of the road. It seemed familiar, almost like Ib’s rose; but for some reason it felt different, lifeless. He couldn’t tell exactly why, but he couldn’t help but wonder who it belonged to. He took a quick look around, just to see a girl that seemed to be searching for something.

Maybe that was the girl who lost this rose. Phoenix quickly approaches the girl.

With quiet steps she walks behind the seated stranger, gingerly extending a hand to touch her shoulder. Her voice trembles at first, but she gains courage as she starts to speak up. 

❝ Um... ❞