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Word went quickly through the Royal Estate if anything happened. When there were people there.
The Countess Alison Scarlotti had died among those in the Royal dining tent. None around her tried to touch her or help her before she started to convulse from the poison. The knowledge that those around the King and his new Favorites could be harmed spread and most of those who had been hanging around the neck of the Royal presence were gone by the dawn of the next day.
Word would have been whispered and shouted that Princess Laun Dresden had run away. If the gossiping nobles were still in residence and had not taken many of the servants with them.
The body of the assassin had been taken and buried, the head wrapped in linen and put into a large pot with honey for the transport back to the other continent. The others in his team were easily routed, told of the demise of their team mate, and all chose to die at the hand of the Guards than to die at the hand of the Princess.
Word would have been intimated that the Royal Council was behind the assassination attempts, if any but the Guards and the Peaches knew of the treachery. The council members and the people they had with them were sequestered in the stifling building the Guards used to keep prisoners. They were outraged, but knew that they had been rightly caught and faced the wrath of their King.
Ifahyd knew all this and was glad that those who would spread the word had decided to save themselves and leave. »Read More