Meanwhile, as the worlds went on around her with their fights and dragons and warriors, the Princess lounged in the folds of a black wool blanket, tracing the lip of a gold and crimson teacup idly with a perfect porcelain fingertip. Since arriving in the grand castle of the "evil queen," as she called herself, the Princess had occupied her time in wait of developments with the Grimm brothers. After all, the queen's techniques were cruel, certainly, but they reaped results, and the Princess expected the Grimm brothers would withdraw their stories and remove their influences on the lives of her realm. Translation - far fewer husbands for her to please, which she would be nothing but thankful for.

She dipped a finger lazily inside her cup, stirring a sugar cube into the bitter concoction the queen had offered her earlier. According to the gossip of the servants, the queen had yet to kill any innocents, although they could be mistaken. In the back of her mind, the Princess had hoped that by being present and influencing the queen, her supposed "curse" on the innocents of other realms would be lifted. Still, the queen rarely acknowledged her, and she had yet to grant the Princess's request of a conversation with the brothers themselves. She suspected nothing, of course. 

So the Princess acted her perfect aristocratic role on the couch, bossing around the servants who surrounded her and sucking down the kingdom's tea supplies with not a care in the world for her many concerned husbands or powerful dragons or medicine men. Perhaps she would visit the nearby wood for a stroll soon, perhaps not, but Aspen's main occupation was waiting for her future meeting with the brothers, which she was sure the queen was arranging at this very minute.

Right?