After the incident with the Rus I spent the next few weeks in my chambers. my ladies threw themselves into sewing a new wardrobe for when I would rejoin the court, taking care to coordinate robes with a number of state official's dress uniforms. The goal was still the same; find a husband and keep yourself from being trapped forever. We would bide our time while I healed and learned more about each of the different candidates, giving me a more even base to start from.
As originally suspected, once the Rus was out of favor in the court, invitations that had gone unanswered for tea were quickly returned with positive answers. So many invites were returned that I decided to hold a lunch with a viewing of the flowers in my personal pond as the leaves began to change. This would solve the pro
