A royal ball

Abigail was very annoyed at having to be at the ball. It was another of her father's attempt to find her a suitor. He hoped to keep her attitude in control fo the evening and charm one of the men with her beautiful looks. Several foreigner were coming, including men from lands where the tales of Abigail's bratty attitude hadn't reached. The king hoped on of the men would ask for his daughter's hand.

For the evening, Abigail wore a yellow dress that accentuated her features, along as her most expensive jewelry. She looked stunning, and even those who knew of her attittude couldn't keep their eyes off the princess as she wandered around the ball. Despite being rather bored, Abigail had seen something of her interest, a handsome man, slightly older than her, was enjoying himself in the middle of the party. If she had to marry, Abigail decided she wanted him. Making her way to him, she greeted him.

"Greetings, I am Princess Abigail, daughter of King Maxton. I would be graced to know your name?", she starts while dancing.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, princess. My name is Ral Dennington, I am a general in the army of Flored", he told her, admiring her beauty with some reservation. Abigail wondered why, but decided to keep going.

"Well, Mr. Dennington, it is a pleasure to be your acquaintance. Maybe you would like to accompany me to the balcony for some privacy?", she asked while giving him a seductive look. He stepped back and nodded his head.

"If you mean what I believe you mean, I must refuse, your highness. I am already married to Lady Elana Robermirre", he told her while looking around. He had heard some rumors about the princess's attitude, and hoped they were not real.

"Humph. You will come with me or I will have dad cut your head! And that Lady Elana will go so you have to marry me!", she angrily shouts at him, unused to being refused something she wants. Her yells catch the attention of most of the party guests, but many of them expected such a situation to play out. The king quickly arrives to see what is going on for himself.

"Dear, what's wrong?", he asks in a tender tone, but he is fuming inside. She couldn't last one day without a tantrum.

"I want Mr. Dennington to marry me, but he won't. I want you to find Lady Elana Robermirre and cut her head, and **** him to marry me!", she tells him like a little kid whos been denied a toy. The king is surprised. His daughter is going as far threatening nobles of other kingdoms if she doesn’t get her way.

"Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but Lady Elana is a noble of Flored, if I killed her we would have a diplomatic crisis or a war. And you can't **** someone to marry you", he tells her in a stern tone. What follows is a massive temper tantrum.

Princess Abigail throws her self to the floor, stops, shouts, cries and even insults several of those around her as she angrily demands the **** of Lady Elana and her marrige with Ral.

As she is about to start again, however, something terrible occurs.