Chapter 121: The Kings courtship.

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?

Fairy land princess had the king carrying her shopping bags personally, he was practically eating out of her hands and the people were enjoying it. Thanks to the newspapers, for the very first time ever they could keep up with the affairs of the royal family and other noble households.

"What are you doing?" Roland strolled into the bedroom and gave her a curious glance.

It was rather late for her to still be in bed, given that it was almost noon. His wife was a work obsessed woman, by this time she was usually in one of her restaurants, coffee house or the plantations.

"I am in bed reading the newspaper and drinking coffee." She answered.

"I can see that." Roland answered slowly, unbuttoning his shirt that was sticking to his back.

He had just returned from an afternoon ride and another horse training session. He had also tried to bond with Venom again, and he had a rip in his shirt to show for it.

Signed turned the front page of the paper to him and she pointed at the picture with vigor.

"Look at this, your father’s courtship is becoming a nuisance. I served porridge yesterday, and carried another baby.

This one was toothless and she had the most adorable smile in the world. Where is my front page picture?"

have carried and posed for pictures with twenty babies in the

a baby after serving porridge and more of whose

noticed that more and more women

free pictures of their babies with the crown

right, there were more mothers and babies at the porridge stalls than actual hungry

is not my point, what I am trying to say is that

not understand so he looked at her with eyebrows

to own the front page of the newspaper and now he is dominating it with his love gestures." She put down the newspaper and sighed

to that of a scandalised mother whose daughter had just lost her reputation at the

little too outraged for someone that is throwing a bachelor’s auction. What is the difference between that and my father kissing his new .....err....I

was disturbed greatly by his father’s bold display of affection for Faeloria’s princess. It was worse than

is kissing at my ball."

at her with eyes that said.."Oh you

"What?" She asked.

worse because yours is no ordinary ball but a bachelor’s auction ball. You are putting together unmarried men and women and encouraging them to

her lips shut, there was no argument there, he had won hands

explaining the cause of the Kings new public displays of affection. "You know who I blame for this, for my

She shook her head.

episode of that show in which people te kissing, fondling each other

and sex, sword fight

father must be a big fan becuse the way he is acting is not

that be rarely did

in lust or love. You cannot blame that on the rise of Lady Blanche, I think you are one of those people that does not read or listen to the warning at the beginning of every episode which tells the viewers not to replicate the actions they have seen and

and nobody ever blamed them on something they had seen on TV."

slightly chubby puppy trotted into the bedroom and

no, absolutely not." Sigrid shooed it away but the dog would

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