If one were to ask where Aetherion's first Princess had been during the entire fiasco, the answer would be simple.
"Why did you hide, Princess?"
She had been hiding.
Seated face-to-face with Vanitas, Irene fumbled with her hood before letting out a long sigh.
"I'm tired, Vanitas."
"It must be because of Franz."
"I'm not involved in any of this. However, the narrative paints it otherwise. I know my brother. He blamed me for the death of his ex-fiancée. He'd do the same now. I don't understand it. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. What kind of brother wishes his little sister dead?"
"Explain."
It went something like this. During Olivia's public hearing, the Empress addressed the growing protests. Irene had been nearby, called upon by the guards. But the moment she arrived was the very moment Olivia was killed.
"And how did the scene look?" Vanitas asked.
