Saphira smiled as her maid put the dress and shoes away. She also noticed some new jewelry she was going to wear at the ball too, and her childhood crown her mother gave her. It was one of the few things she kept from her parents, the crown, her father's sword which hung above her mantle in her room, the castle garden her father built for her mother and, of course, Wortho. She went to the door of her room, opened it and asked a servant passing by to as the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. Then she walked to a window to watch all the excited villagers picking out outfits and jewelry for the ball. 'Poor kids,' She thinks to herself. 'If only the families knew the huge responsibility of running a kingdom.'