Shireroth

Preparations were made in the small village at the tiny and rocky island. The Kildarians expected that their new Dutch would follow the old traditions and would get coronated in Mons Clistiro. After certain weeks of silence at the Dutchal Court, the people started to grumble. Especially the Soloralists saw this as an insult and began rebelling in Apollo City. The revolts were easily resolved, but now the nobles began nagging about it: it was a tradition since 3004 ASC and started by Jonas the First, founder of the New Kildarian Era. Would William listen to his nobles and people, or would he prefer to listen to the words of his mysterious advisers (who had appeared after the disappearance of Dutch Jonas II)?

William stepped out of his expensive horse-drawn carraige at the Dutchal Palace in Blackrock Nua. After him, three body guards followed. He had had to keep extra protection around ever since those Solorists had started rebelling. He'd already had two attempts to take his life happen, and he was afraid that some one else would come along and actually succeed.
He hadn't wanted to tell anyone, but he had truly had his heart set on being coronated in his hometome of Mahozarcheep. In fact, Lumina willing, he was going to be coronated there, no matter what a few crazy Soloarists said. As he approached the door to his palace, he heard a gun shot ring out...

People began to shout and Dutch William turned his face towards the place where the sound had come from. The Magical Knight, next to him, felt down on his knees while his armor coloured red of blood.
"Run, Your Grace, run!" he whispered in William's ear (who had knelt towards the Knight to see how bad his situation was). Not even a second later, he was pushed away from the body by two Guards and brought to the door of the palace.

From one of the windows looked Arthur down to the square where everything had happened. Arthur was Head Advisor of the Dutch and had convinced the Dutch that he didn't have to bow to the wishes of the people. A mysterious smile appeared at his face while he saw the Dutch running to the gate.
He took his coat at ease and quietly walked to the Throne room of Chambord Palace (the name of the palace).
"Have you seen this, Your Grace?" shouted he to William while entering the room, "The peasants try to murder you because for something as little as this! What will happen with you if real discussions arise? Indeed! A rebellion, maybe even the establishment of..."
William and his staff held in their breath out of fear for the evil words they expected to follow.
"a republic..."
Murmur arose while Arthur simply walked in the direction of the Dutch. He knew words like those made much impression at the Court...