It was a hot summer’s day, but that didn’t stop the people of the capital from leaving their homes and flooding the streets. They were excited. They wanted to see their new Queen. As for Pirouette, she could scarcely believe that the day had come when she must assume the mantle of power. As if in a daze, she allowed her groom to lead her horse by the bridle down the city streets. Smiling and waving and looking so fine beneath her ermine furs, who could suspect that she was sweltering, hot as a nail just pulled from the fire?