The ball was in full swing, all the royals and noble born were having a great time, and why wouldn't they be? They were celebrating their crown princes birthday after all. Music, cheer and merriment filled the halls, reaching as far as the servants passages, as Sasha retreated into one so that she could refill her try of drinks. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be on that dance floor, joining in the festivities instead of serving for them, not that it wasn't an honour to serve. She was one of the hand picked servants to help at this ball, it was a position that she should be proud of, and she was, especially considering the magic that cursed her. When the king first had her marked with the sign of the storm, Sasha thought that she would never get the chance to go anywhere, do anything with her life. She thought it meant she wouldn't even belong among the other servant. Now however she was one of the best and enjoyed her life, even as she watched from the sidelines. Emerging from where she hid down one of the servants passages, Sasha found herself among the crowd of the ball once again, skillfully and nimbly dodging between various nobles, who didn't pay her a glance before stepping in her path, or nearly smacking her tray out of her hand with an exaggerated hand movement. Somehow however Sasha managed to make it through the crowd, handing out champagne without spilling a single drop.