Crowned With Crime

The king is dead make way for The Queen

Being a boss is the goal of a lifetime. We are here to provide work for others and inspire them to be better, because, after all, we're like patterns in the world of tailoring, which also means model, right?

A new peaceful day begins in the city of Lyubeck. The forges are working at full capacity; armors, helmets, and swords emerge from the furnaces to be sent to the stores. As for the family, I was already aware of my duty. My cousin Flynn, who was too foolish to find a wife, It was therefore up to me to give us an heir.

So, here I am, wandering around the city to bring my husband back to the manor so he can give me a child. Ha! If grandpa were here, he would have said I acted like a real man. That's how we Linderbergs are.

While I was enjoying the bliss of marriage, grandpa took the opportunity to resume his little business and prepare the ground for my future political career. To begin with, he decided to send spies to the market square; that's where all the gossip happens.

And yet, while he was placing his little spies, without harming anyone, he suddenly found himself summoned to court for no valid reason.

Baronet Alphonse Knight accused us before the Essen court. But it's a disgrace! Grandpa had never done anything wrong. In Essen. In Lyubeck, that's debatable, but in Essen? Never.

So, to start, we gathered information on the participants in this trial, and what a surprise to discover we had a rival family! Knowing that we had never done anything to them. Well, no matter. In politics, when someone accuses you of being rotten, you just have to prove that the other side is even more rotten than you.

So, we began following this whole bunch, especially the one accusing us. As for the others, the magistrates, the lawyers, the city mayor, well, let's just say we'll contribute to making their lives better.

Grandpa used to say he wasn't doing it for himself. Well, yes, he did it for himself, that's true, but not just for himself; he did it for his family and for Edward Junior too. Yes, that's the name I gave my son. He was a handsome and strong boy, and it was decided he would take over the forge when I became queen of this city.

In the meantime, now that I had given birth to an heir, no time to waste. So I decided to run again for a landowner position.

Well, the election wouldn't take place until the end of winter, so that gave us time to prepare. But it was also that winter that something unacceptable happened: Grandpa got arrested again, due to a judicial error, no less.

How dare they lay a hand on him, those who crawl in their filth and wretched poverty? General recall of the troops: all men received clear and precise orders. If Grandpa got imprisoned again, the prison would be razed. Who do you take us for? Peasants? Grandpa wasn't just anybody; he was rich.

On the orders of Isabelle Tricorno, my grandfather was detained in prison for eight hours, even though he had done nothing. And the worst part is, it had nothing to do with the ongoing trial. Of all the murders grandpa committed, he got arrested for a judicial error! That's a good one. It shouldn't be like this: when you successfully commit a crime, you shouldn't go to jail.

Blood was spilled that day, I tell you. Isabelle Tricorno left the Lyubeck church that afternoon. Barely a few seconds after she stepped away, our guards pounced on her. She died like a dog, in the same place as those who dared insult me.

The brawl turned into a free-for-all when the city guards got involved, but our men were better equipped than them. They had everything: weapons, armor. Why do you think Grandpa became a blacksmith instead of a baker, huh? It's easier to convince people with a sword than with a chocolate croissant.

The dog was finished off by our guard captain. This time, the message was clear. Sure, Grandpa didn't have much time left, but your time will be short if you mess with him.