Rain-Prayer Moon, 12th, Monday, 9:30 in the morning.
South Shore of Green Lake, Mikaela Ironworks City, caught in a whirlpool of disputes, is still in a semi-lockdown state. Police are traversing the streets and alleys, posting wanted notices and searching for suspicious individuals to display their loyalty to the Royal Family.
Meanwhile, at the North Shore of Green Lake City, though it's shrouded again by a misty drizzle, it's unexpectedly serene. The rain isn't heavy, and pedestrians passing by the entrance of Green Lake Hotel walk swiftly, some even without umbrellas.
In the corner of the hotel's first floor, a well-fed Mia lies drowsily on Shard's lap, as Shard spreads the newspaper, gazing at the main headline reporting last night's major news in the city across the lake—
"Princess Margaret Assassinated!"
