Once upon a time, a princess lived in a palace with the Queen, her mother. The King, her father, was always out on peace-making trips with other kingdoms.
One day, as the princess was in her living quarters practicing cross stitch, and a newly hired servant tending to the princesses fire burned herself! When the quiet yelp of pain interrupted the silence, the princess messed up a stitch and looked up with a glare.
You see, and you may have heard this before, but the Queen was not the nicest. The princess was to finish the cross stitch pattern and show it to the queen before supper. (When you mess up and cross stitch you have to backtrack the stitches/needles and it is time consuming/hard.)
If the princess could not perform this 'simple' task, she would be punished. A week in the dungeon this time, the Queen at said.
Back to the present, the princess looked up with a glare at the newly hired servant. The princess's expression turned icy cold as she stood up and pointed to the area in front of her. "Here, now." the princess commanded the servant.
The servant kept her head down, but made her way to the spot. While the servant was new, she seemed quite old and venerable, clutching her now blistering hand. "Look at me~." The princess sudden in a falsely sweet voice.
The servant looked up terrified, trembling, she knew what the Queen can do so she feared the princess. The princess with her icy glare simply raised up her stiff right hand and swung with enough force to send the servant to the floor, hand on her withered cheek. "Go, I don't want to see your face. Send a competent servant in."
The old servant scurried out as the smirk grew more pronounced on the princesses face. The princess sat down back to her work has a new servant replaced the old one.

As you may have noticed, the princess wasn't the nicest either.

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