Elizaveta stood in shock as new travelled around, bobbing her head off once towards the others as she made haste towards her bedroom, gathering tears only making her pace quicken. Once arriving there, the sister of the now late King dug her face deep into the fluffed pillows, a smothered sob being released into them. The amount of tears she held seemed to be infinite until, after many hours, they were finally brought to an end. Elizaveta would then after flop over in bed to give the ceiling an expressionless stare while reflecting back on all the memories made.
It was then decided sometime afterwards Elizaveta would hang a portrait nearby her bed of late King Otto II, a candle would burn before it with a flame that never ran out of breath.