Fireant ran over to see what was going on near the refreshment tables. He saw Princess Starlight laying on the floor thrashing about in dreadful pain.
Dear God! He thought, the person who wrote those notes wasn't kidding. They are going to kill us all.
Relising that the Princess had mercifully died and would suffer no more, Sir Jamison removed his cloak and gently covered her with it. He wanted to provide her poor soul with some modesty and decorum.
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ran over to see what was going on near the refreshment tables. He saw Princess Starlight laying on the floor thrashing about in dreadful pain. 
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