The old king groaned wearily as soon as Tata Sous-sus caught his eye. Granted, she was hard to miss with her out-of-fashion dress and holding her folded fan akimbo. Who invited her to court? He thought to himself. Whatever is she doing here? “Princess Pirouette!” He shouted. “Have you met your kinswoman, Tata Sous-sus?”
Princess Pirouette emerged from the crowd of courtiers in the throne room and approached the dais where His Majesty sat. Graceful as a butterfly, she curtsied. “No, your majesty, I haven’t had the honor.”
“Well, there she is.” He pointed at his distant cousin and then motioned with his hand unceremoniously. “Come here, woman!” He barked.