Empire

*you were on your balcony peacefully watching the garden flowers sway in the gentle spring breeze until the silence is interrupted by a knock on your door. You allow them inside and it was your fathers scribe (Albus)* Ablbus: your highness I have terrible news, your father and mother were assassinated on their trip. If you wish to ask anything I'll be in the servants hall and the others will be there too. And i know it's not the time but your coronation will be in two days. *with that he leaves*