For someone whose ball was being whispered about as a beautiful failure in the news, Sigrid had rather a serene smile on her face. Unlike all of her servants and the people around her that were trembling, worried that she would explode at any moment, she was in a great mood.
She was in such a great mood that she ate a lot at breakfast before heading to the Fairfax manor, to call on the family of the late Lady Jane Fairfax.
When their car pulled up outside the gates, bells on the watchtowers of the manor were tolling a mournful peal. A mixture of cars and carriages were waiting in line to enter the gates. Those that could not stand the wait were walking into the gates on foot.
All of the nobles that came had grim looks on their faces. Some of them had not come to morn but rather confirm for themselves the sordid details of her death. The news claimed that she had been stabbed in the heart with a pen by her stepdaughter Emmah Fairfax.
