"I-I will dye it black if you want." I shuddered. My voice startled everyone for a minute and then, the whole palace was filled with laughter. Their laughter was saying even if you dye them, they will still grow red. You still are considered a witch. Their laughter was filled with humiliation. I clenched my long purple sleeves and bit my lower lip out of embarrassment. I wished I could crawl into a hole and never come out of it. "Why don't I marry her?" A deep stiff voice rang through the place, making every one of them quiet.