“What’s all the commotion about?” Asked Queen Pirouette of her steward who was standing by a window. Pirouette could hear shouting in the courtyard outside, but she couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. As it was a warm, sunny day, Pirouette knew that all of her children would be outside playing. If it had been a school day, they would have been locked inside with their books and their tutors, but as it was Saturday afternoon, the little ones were allowed to romp on the Palace grounds, as long as they stayed out of the way of the grown-ups and their duties.
“It appears the Crown Prince has fallen off of his pony again,” droned the Stewart, who seem absorbed with something in the Courtyard that didn’t have anything to do with the prince.
“What are you gawking at?” Snapped the Queen. “Don’t just stand there! Go find out if the Prince is badly injured!”