A strange fortnight passed, during that time Sigrid's ball was moved because they had to observe two weeks of mourning for the death of the consort.
Even the public execution of the captured rebels was delayed, they rotted away in prison slowly while the outside world started to forget about them.
The newspapers however continued to write about them, sharing every sordid detail of the arch duke's plan which had been fifty years in the making.
Signed, like many of the citizens had moved on and her interest was now captivated by something ridiculous, the Kings very public courtship of fairy land princess.
As she sat in bed, sipping coffee and frowning at the picture on the front page of the paper which was of the king taking the princess shopping in public, she could not help feeling a little jealous. Why hadn't her husband taken her shopping? Where was her courtship?
