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Miranda died while her family was hosting their infamous Gala of Death, an event where they randomly chose a few peasants to kill. Who knew the drawing would be rigged, so an assassin could slip in and kill her?
(And as a prince, Oz is one of, if not the first informed of this. The worst part is Miranda had said if anyone wanted to come, they could. Gods, Oz should've joined, crowds be damned.)