It was Eleanor Horen that discovered the mangled corpse of Charles de Wett; it had been delivered to the palace's doorstep and in gruesome shape. The man had more penetrating wounds than one could count on two hands.
The princess poked her head out through the doors of the palace that lead to the square, purely out of curiosity. Though, the puddle of crimson was certainly what caught her attention. More so, the body it excreted from.
"Charles!" Eleanor cries, falling to her knees before the cadaver. "Help, help!"
Several people gathered to aid the princess in moving Charles' body to a more appropriate location. A semi-circle of people murmured words that they wished of the eternally sleeping Charles.
"Prepare him for a funeral," the girl ordered Maude in a firm growl, before storming away into the depths of the palace.