She brushed Jimena's antics aside and focused instead on what she could control. Assuming the Emperor, and Méabh as well, agreed to the two 'exchanges' in the Capitals, Emberlee had to prepare for an Envoy to visit her Emperor for the Imperial Princess' social debut as an adult. And plan and host her social debut a month later, and then coordinate with Oberon for her visit to Bopidee, the Adaban Capital. Not wanting to make the same mistakes Jimena had made in coming to Ortega, she'd pestered her Fairy into explaining the typical weather for when she planned to visit, and what Adabans tended to wear to deal with it. Stussicans loved see-through fabrics and complicated painting or embroidery, Xutians had more wool and fur-based garments as necessary to survive winter, and Adabans were almost a separate species in comparison.
Oberon had teal hair, aquamarine eyes, and flawless brown skin, and he was the norm in Ababa. Stussica had far more blondes than Xutia naturally produced and in turn, Xutia had the glossy black hair not at all present in Adaba's technicolour tresses. Likewise, they favoured rigidly structured clothes, corsets popular for all, but they abhorred the tight lacing popular in some Xutian styles. During Firemarch the weather was hot and dry, forest fires likely and the reason for the month's name, but down in Adaba it'd be so warm that people slept during the hottest hours and lived while it was cooler. Their day started before sunrise, stopped during the midday hours, resumed as the sun started to set, and went well into the night. To match such a unique, almost flamboyant life the clothes were richly made. Corsets, broad skirts, off-the-shoulder shirts, and all manner of accessories. Their wildly coloured hair was often braided back like Oberon's had been, something called locks frequent due to the natural curls common in Ababa. 
Ultimately Emberlee could get away with her Xutian style without being a victim of the heat, but she planned to do as she did for the Imperial wedding and blend the two. He'd worn Ortega blue and silver, a black suit, and his hair was teal; Emberlee with her 'uniquely' black hair and chose to lean into the more astonishing side of Ortega's blue and silver. She'd decide on a design after making it through her social debut in the summer; currently, she still had to contend with the Steps. 
To counter the inevitable rumours of Jimena's pregnancy announcement Emberlee utilized the Ivy House to gossip on the topic of how unlikely it was Father's given he was a General on the front line. Until Emberlee received Father's written confirmation that it was not his, she couldn't begin the legal process required. Looking at the timeline most likely Jimena had gotten pregnant by some lover she couldn't openly claim, and then was married off in the Game of Empires. If she had been honest about that, both Emberlee and Father would have been understanding and likely would have taken the child on as a ward of the estate because they were all victims in the Game. But since Jimena had decided to try and make Emberlee and her Father the only victims they weren't obligated to be so generous. And it became obvious that the Steps would only accept complete capitulation; Deirdre and Ainsley were all giddy about their new baby brother. They were demanding more than just the wing they were assigned, trying to claim Aubin's old rooms as 'they'd be perfect for the next son of the manor!' What little independence Ainsley had been demonstrating evaporated as Jimena persisted. It would take a lot of work to undo the conditioning Ansley had been subjected to her entire life, and Emberlee just couldn't sacrifice the time and energy to do it, not while also protecting herself. Maybe if Jimena had been anything like Mother Emberlee could have considered it, but even then she knew well enough to realize that she'd never accept someone ruling the March but her. 
"How do you remove weeds from your carefully tended garden?" She asked rhetorically, not needing her reflection to answer. 
"By pulling them out entirely, roots and all," her Fairy Godmother still answered. 
"If I'm obvious, I'll be held to blame regardless of my reasoning, so it must be circumspect," in the political Game the number one rule was always plausible deniability.