Let them have their elephants and sequinned palanquins. Let them have their phalanx of camels, their dancing girls, their fortunes poured into pageantry. They would never have a wedding.
It was a farce to betroth an infant to a prince who would be more than three times her age by the time she was marriageable. It was an insult that the whole court knew she'd been born of a concubine of questionable lineage, and her own paternity dubious at best.
Let the realm mourn, then, and flaunt their tragedy. Those who knew the bitter truth would keep their tongues still.