[The Emperor's Study]
"Yesenia," the Emperor said as he read something off of a book. "Come for your report?"
Yesenia Chamillet, eldest consort of His Majesty, stood before his desk with a grim expression on her face. She donned a plain black dress in mourning of the princess, much like most of the other residents of Wisteria.
The whole Empire was in a state of mourning. Everyone had pulled out their blackest garments from their wardrobes with heavy hearts, matching others in appearance and spirit. Markets had been closed down for the meanwhile, and everyone had shut the windows to their houses. The streets had become deserted and an atmosphere of sorrow had set low over the entirety of the Empire.
