#146130 - She knew that her husband was upset and worried that the long-planned treat he had arranged for their fourteenth wedding anniversary - that she should accompany him as an equal partner on the summer maneuvers of the Austro-Hungarian Army in Bosnia, evading for once the infuriating, ever-present straitjacket of protocol which dictated that the lower-born Sophie should always take a distinctly inferior place to her husband, going so far as to force her to enter buildings at separate points from Franz Ferdinand at formal events, and banning their children from the line of succession to the throne - would be spoiled by the political unrest. He ran his fingers along the underside of the lid, searching for the latch; finding it, he pressed in and was rewarded with the sound of a solid click. As the dress came undone and the corset was cut away, cries of horror and dismay ran through the room, for the death-wound in the Duchess' soft, white side was now plain to sight.