The tomb was set, there where flowers in place around it and 1 guard at each of the 4 corners. It was a simple casket, mahogany, with a small golden rose detail on the front. And there it lay, open, with the pale but beautiful face if Infanta Diana Goodell. Her tiara was on her head and she was wearing the silver gown her grandmother had worn on her wedding day. A pair of large earrings hung from her ears, like red orbs of life on the sad face. There where rows and rose of pews set up in front of the casket, with a podium for speeches next to it. Aides rushed around, constantly showing their security badges to the many guards that where roaming the tomb, the grounds and most of the city, trying to make sure that everything was perfect. A large white piano was set up behind the casket, ready for the memorial ballad. Prime Minister Jeffery Tolly stood at the doors to the tomb, which where closed, and pushed them open, flooding the tomb with sunlight and a cool breeze. Jeffery pulled his black coat tighter around himself and put on his bowler hat. He stepped out onto the walkway before the Tomb and crunched dried leaves beneath his feet. He looked around at the large black gate that surrounded the grounds, and with a tip of his hat they where opened. Now he stood on the walkway, watching others go in and sit, the ministers of State, Defense and Treasury where one of the first groups to enter, followed by various other politicians and royals. The Prime Minister simply smiled and shook hands, he was waiting for a very important man to arrive, the man would define the future of Banchao.
