Cornelia Street | Elizabeth Olsen

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"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?"

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Third Person's Point of View
The Royal Palace of Tears, Office of the Cordelia. Argenta, Kingdom of Luceras
July 16, 2017
4:00 PM

Aliana is sitting at her Royal Office writing the documents needed for her uncle to be the Crown Regent. As she scribbles onto the paper, the blonde-haired woman notices the tense atmosphere at the office.

"Talk, what are your complaints this time," Aliana questioned as she stamps the document with the Royal Coat of Arms and the Crown Princess Coat of Arms. Rolling it gently with her long hands, and tied the rolled paper with what looks like expensive silk with red, black, white, and yellow color sequence. The Royal Family and the Kingdom's Official color.

"Your Highness, don't be impulsive. Whatever the problem you are currently in, appointing me as the Monarch's Crown Regent is so sudden," The Duke sternly, but also softly objecting the decision that the Princess in front of them made just a little over an hour ago.

"Your Grace, Duke Alfred Karl Henri," Aliana slowly walked towards the office window the document in her delicate hands,

"In the Kingdom of Luceras Royal Decree 1835; Page 48. A Monarch's words should never be objected to by their subject if the Monarch, deemed their decision good for the Kingdom and It's people." The Princess settled her gaze upon the Duke with a hard gaze,

"Your Highness, you running away and appointing me as the Crown Regent will certainly not be good for the Kingdom and the people." The Duke retorted back at the soon-to-be Queen of Luceras.

"You do not understand," Aliana murmured, averting her eyes at the duke's gaze and settling it to the Royal Garden outside.

"Then make us understand Your Highness," One of the men in the room Heinrich started talking. "Running away is not the good solution," He emphasizes his eyes glancing towards Duke Alfred worriedly.

"I am running away to find myself. The country and the people doesn't deserve a Monarch and a leader so broken that she doesn't know who she is and what she represents." Aliana stated, walking to the LED tv in the office and turned it on.

"As the storm of our very own. His Majesty King Arcturus III and Her Majesty Queen Margara's assassination at their official visit to Portugal. Can Princess Aliana lead our country just like what His Majesty King Arcturus III did?" The reporter on tv spoke already comparing her to her father.

Aliana reaches for the tv remote and switches into another news channel, and to another, every single one of them compares her, to her Royal Parents. Criticizing her works as a Princess. Another one was her complete lack of presence in the world media. As she was sheltered from it, courtesy of her father who wanted to hide her from the world.

"I can't be that strong ruler as my father was. And I can't be that fashionable and sophisticated as my mother is. I can't be the ruler that they all want." Aliana said, simultaneously turning the tv off. And calmly stride her way to the chair behind the office desk and sat down.

She hands the document to Francis and Katherine. The documents will signify Aliana's uncle, Duke Alfred, like the Monarch's Crown regent until she's ready to take on the role herself.

"Duke Alfred will be the Crown Regent, and sat on the Siège haut to lead the Parliament on governing the country," Aliana spoke with the resolution, figuratively saying that her decision is final.