She looked over, gasping a small bit. She quickly got off her throne and ran off the raised platform, ignoring the protests of her father. Her white skirt flounced around her, dropping to her hands and knees as she took some of the napkins and started to help clean up the mess, ignoring the red staining her gloves and the muffled whispers of the nobility around her, hair falling in her face
it was a large gash on the palm of her already very scarred hand, blood flowing from it and effectively ruining her glove
"Oh-I'm alright, it's just a cut-"
Her father stood up, bellowing
???: "THE PARTY IS OVER. EVERYONE, GET OUT IMMEDIATELY!"
She stood up, glaring up at him and ignoring the blood dripping onto the ballroom floor
"Father, there's no reason to-"
???: "I knew this was a bad idea-I should never have allowed this-"
"It's just a scratch-"
???: "IT'S THE CURSE-"
"Awe, come on darling, stand up for a minute..~.."
She grabbed her other hand and stood up as the princess stood up as well she looked at the king and the queen smirking as she let go of the princesses hand.
"Sooooo, King and Queen really can't break your daughters poor curse..awwee..thats to bad, well, good thing I know how but...it comes with a price...~"