"Mom! Mom, look!"
"Mushrooms again?" her mother chuckled. "We shall make a stew."
"Can I do it? I know how to cook now!"
"Cook? Theora, you cannot cook. Let's leave it to the maids. You have to get ready for the ball, sweetie."
"What ball?"
"The ball! Your fiancé is coming to get you soon."
"I can't go to the ball. I can't... I can't dance!"
"Of course you can! You're a princess! Princesses know how to dance!"
"What? But I'm not a princess!"
"Look at your pretty dress!"
"It's... It's all... red."
"Of course it's red, it's blood."
"What?"
"You need to wear it! You need to tell everyone about the Queen!"
"No, I... The Queen?"
"Yes, she wants to see you. And look! Princess Pristine is there!"
"What..."
"Oh, it's so nice she came to see you. It's so sad Philipa is
