A twist on Cinderella

Amelia crumpled, taking down a flurry of leaves as she fell from the fifth floor. Her body, snapped into awkward positions, was found by the gardener later that day. The royal gardens were closed for a week.The body was cleared away, the king and queen held a quick ceremony for their daughter.The body was cremated and the ashes scattered. Then the royal couple headed to the throne room right after the ceremony. War was coming from the kingdoms of the South, so the king had raised the taxes and drafted thousands of men to battle.The monarchy had to deal with the growing threat of civil war.The room was large and spheric, supported by twelve pillars. Violet tapestries draped the room.The queen walked up to the platform first.
-Council, she said, addressing herself to the 30 men that reclined in red velvet chairs.The king will present his plan for dealing with the people's growing rebellion that could lose us the war. Esteban?
The Queen stepped down from the platform in a rustle of blue silk. She was twenty years younger than the king, with delicate features and blond hair. Amelia, although only 14, had resembled her in every way. The King looked like a bear, tall and hairy, and had all of one's tact and subtlety. He stood, taking his wife's place.
-My plan, he said, is to do what we've gone facing every insurmountable challenge so far, that has succeeded against any enemy, that has formed any so far, and to-
-Excuse me, said one of the bolder councilors, a scrawling, balding man in an overly loose suit, but what strategy was that? -marrying one of my daughters off, of course!
-Oh yes!
-of course!
-that works every time!
Said the councilors, trying to remember when that really had worked -When the northern kingdom attacked, you, brilliantly married Annabelle off to their king. -when the trades were low, princess Angela's hand was traded for a new mine in the south!
-oh!and during-
-silence! Now, who can tell me how we will arrange a marriage between the people and the monarchy? The councilors were silent.
-But, Your Majesty, your daughter……she's…dead,dared the bold councilor.
-OF COURSE I KNOW THAT! That's the problem. Any suggestions? The council sat in silence, trying to look extremely intelligent and very much concentrated. Finally, the queen spoke, in a hushed voice:
-we could organize a ball. Promise Olive's hand to the most beautiful girl there.have them dance and feast, before returning home with stars in their eyes, exept for one, a girl that will be an idol. A girl, just like them, that became royalty.the people would love her.they would feel represented. -marry our son to a street girl?
-But you've married off so many of our daughters, that just one son isin't much to ask for peace.besides, one girl will surely be adequate, from the thousands that will come.we will be able to choose what is best for our son. The councilors snorted with laughter, because everyone knew that Prince Olive was the son of one of the king's mistresses, and was not the Queen's.
Hum…said the king. Will you take care of it? -Yes, said the Queen -Very well then, the king.The meeting is over.