*Gravestone*
While teaching the princess about the countries she was to be meeting was easy enough, if excruciatingly tedious, teaching her how to ballroom dance--something that would be featured after the talks had concluded (provided they didn't end with a declaration of war). Oh she took to it well enough, but her foot would always find some way on top of the other person's foot as painfully as possible. Something she constantly assured was an accident, but I was skeptical, to say the least.
“Princess," I said, knocking on her door. “I know it's late but I don't think that dance instructor is coming back tomorrow so-"
“Good," I heard her say on the other side. “That a*s-grabbing creep deserved that hole in his foot."
The door was open before the words left my mouth. “He WHAT?" I sho
