A news broadcast would cut in, as the news anchor, a typical looking male in in his mid to late 50s, would sit in front of the camera and begin to read out a statement.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I have the unfortunate responsiblity of letting you know that there has been an attack on United Kingdom soil. At 12:56pm today, an explosion of some kind has went off in the royal palace's of the monarch family. Queen Anne the third, Prince Jeffery of the House of Essex, Prince Mark of the House of Squires, Princess Quinn of the House of Sails were confirmed to be among the more than 3,000 people in the halls of the royal facility, but we have not been able to confirm until this moment the circumstances and happenings with in the capital until now..."
The news anchor would begin to tear up in the moment, "Unfortunately, the Queen and her three children have passed in this explosion in the royal court... Unfortunately, again, we are unable to report of the ongoings of the current events in the capital, but we do know that the Belmont Halls have report to us that Prince Stephen, the first born of Prince Jeffery was not within the halls today, and in the line of succession, he would be given the title of King within the next hour. We will continue to follow up with any information as we receive it."
The screen would then go black with an image of Queen Anne flashing on the screen...
Queen Anne III
November 5th, 1930 to October 1, 2022
Stephen Graham was sitting in the backroom of his small home in the country of the United Kingdom, away from the glitz and glam, the paparazzi, that hounded him in the early days of his youth when he would try to escape that royal setting in favor of a more wild life. He had settled down slightly, taking a girlfriend, who he intended to marry and they moved into a small home. He was greeted by the sound of voices, he didn't recognize, "Dear..."