Escape

Since that bloody incompetent husband of mine has the armies of both England and Scotland besieging his castle, I felt it would be a good time to fake my own death and run off. How fortunate then that an office of mathematicians arrived and invited me to join them in their quest. Today I'm investigating obscure properties of the Arf invariant, but one day I will be Queen of Scotland (or at least leader of the Scottish green party).

Where next, Austen?