And there he was, William saw the young prince, escorted by the Judge Magister who had accompanied them. The man was still willing to go through this, despite the obvious risk of assassination there would be. A sane man wouldn’t even address the crowd, but no matter, if his pride blinds him to the reality, then let the reality deliver judgment on him.
Then William heard his speech, an attempt to smooth over the grievances that the people of Dalmasca had. He started talking about his father’s goals; restore united hegemonic control over Ivalice to promote peace, prosperity and order. William had to admit, it was actually a pretty good speech. If he was born a commoner of Dalmasca, he would’ve cheered right along with them. Yet how many lives, innocent or guilty would it take to actually follow through on that speech? William thought about it himself. Had he been in the Prince’s position, what would he himself do to achieve said goals.
The fireworks shot up into the sky. But wait, the sun has not set yet. “What is going on?” Before anyone would’ve realized, William heard a body drop, and the guards began to rush over to see what happened. William put on a look of concern, as he himself walked over to the body. It was definitely the Prince’s, but it looked as if half his head was blown off completely. Someone had assassinated the Prince, and the people were thrown into panic, a typical response considering the situation that the people were in.
William said in a stern voice, “Don’t just stand there, try to calm the people down!” The guards then began filing out to do their jobs. It seems his speech on order and peace only ended with war and chaos. If it wasn’t for the current situation at hand, he’d chuckle to himself. Looking over at the Judge Magister, he said, “We cannot leave the Prince’s body here. Let’s take him inside.” He nodded, motioning to lift the dead corpse’s arm around his neck, so he can at least be carted out with some dignity.