Fitz was dragged through a series of meetings and plannings. They planned his father's funeral and they planned his coronation. He decided he didn't like planning very much. Everything had to be perfect they told him. His father had been a great figure amongst the people and showing that Fitz cared for him would be a way to show the people he'd be just like him. "But I won't be" he had protested, "I'm nothing like him. He loved. I cannot love again." They didn't listen.<br/><br/>A few rumors in the seedier bars started that Fitz must have poisoned his father. Fitz heard none of the rumors, and had not poisoned his father. The coronation was to take place the day after Colette's execution. "Is there a way that I can postpone it?" He asked his highest rank aid.<br/><br/>"I don't think so. Your father ordered it, that'd be just the thing to show that you are not like him." Fitz sighed he was tired of telling them he was nothing like his father.<br/><br/>"Then can I ordered it stopped?"<br/><br/>"Not without appearing to be favoring her, and you can't have that since she was proven to be an assassin, and one after you to boot. I really think you should stop thinking of her and focus on the country."<br/><br/>"But she didn't kill me. I shall order all the prisoners free then." The aid's eyes grew wide.<br/><br/>"Y-you can't! There are terrible people in there guilty of awful crimes. Most to be executed." Fitz stood strong though and that evening when the dinner meal would have been brought in everyone in the cells below the castle were released. There was a mixture of rejoice and fear in the streets. A bread thief, still with both hands, returned to his family. A man known for kidnapping found his way back to his favorite bar. And all the country knew the girl who had attempted to kill the soon to be king was free as well.