Rumors notwithstanding, the next several days were a blur for the heir. Managing that number of people wasn't easy and no one before had tried to accomplish this sort of effort. Papers and runners were scattered around, trying to spread word. The local municipals were toeing lines as some of them may have known more about what was going on than they wanted others to be privy to. None of the difficulty's found in suddenly caring for several hundred extra lives compared however to dealing with the princess.
"I don't see why you have to bother with this, it's a commoner problem let commoners sort it out." Having the maid bring another signature tart out to the princess siting under an awning, with her own table and tea set, constituted the bare minimum of royal accommodations. Tiffaney who sat next to her in her own dashing forest green noble dress uniform, was annoyed but not paying any attention to the stuffy princess anyway.
