Her palace is a work of art, a feat of utmost grandeur, perched on a mountaintop. Gleaming white towers ascend toward the heavens, and almost appear to reach. Ornate tapestries depict the heroes of old, each one emblematic of a great virtue. Rich red carpet paves the way to the throne, plush as a cloud, softening each step through the crowd gathered in the throne room, a sea of eyes hungry for spectacle.

Two visiting princesses grimace as you pass by them, presumably earlier challengers, the sting of defeat still fresh in their eyes.

As you near the throne, her gaze is one of candied daggers. Her eyes peer down from the throne, chin held aloft as her lips curl to greet you.

"Greetings. I know why you are here. You are here for me, of course: Princess Peak, the greatest princess of them all. You dare challenge my perfection? Fine, for I am naturally a most humble princess. I will deign to engage you in a competition to prove once and for all my princess supremacy!

The crowd looks on expectantly. Behind the royal court stand villagers in their best attire. Some foreign princes and princesses mingle with the court, while at the very back stands a figure hooded in mystery. All wait with bated breath to hear the next challenge.

"What will it be, perhaps a game of riddles? A contest of fashion, or dance perchance? Would you seek to best me in grace, royal decrees, storytelling, or virtue? Not to be rude, but I'll best you in all of them." She lifts her chin even higher and scans the crowd. "We could ask the crowd for a suggestion."