Aurora, as a matter of fact, did not get to show her masked face to the public. At least not yet.
Shortly after her first night with Tesarius, Aurora had taken ill. She had gotten a nasty cold, and given how clumsy she was in etiquette, Anne had decided it was best she stayed away from public appearances for the time being.
Did anyone question her absence?
No. Anyone barely noticed.
For the next four days, the Concubines went in a group of five to greet the Emperor, the Empress and the Empress Dowager every morning and not one of them asked where the sixth one was, as if it did not bother them. As if she didn't exist.
No one asked. Except Sera.
The Empress was the only one that noticed.
"I'm assuming Lady Aurora is still unwell?" Sera had asked on the fourth day, smiling at the ladies below her while they exchanged glances with one another, not saying a word. This only made Sera's smile fall, making her raise an eyebrow. "Does no one of you know how Lady Aurora is faring?"
