You say the princess seems a bit... Sadistic. Perhaps a comical crossbow misfire? You offer to take the hit. You comment that a bolt to the butt might be the perfect mix of comical and survivable.

Kamiko giggles and then says, "Thanks for the offer, but that sounds way too dangerous. Remember, you have a daughter to you have to raise. Best not to even joke about risking your life. Just cheer me on from the audience, okay?"

You take a seat in the gallery while Kamiko steps up onto the stage. She at least looks a little bit more sure of herself. Hopefully that resolve will carry her.

As Kamiko enters center stage the royal leans in to look down at your co-worker, bending over the banister to get a better view.

"You are Hans?" The princess says, her voice suddenly more icy than it was before. In a deprecating manner repeats, "You?"

"Um, yes?" Kamiko says, "Anyway, I-"

"No. Don't bother." The princess remarks, holding up a hand. "I've already seen enough."

"C'mon, I can't be that bad at comedy..." Kamiko says with a coping laugh.

"To be fair, you are a joke. Just a sick one." The princess says. Even through her veil you think you can spot a sadistic grin. "Now... How to punish you..."

"Hey, now wait just a second!" Kamiko demands.

"Silence!" The princess yells.

This doesn't seem to be going well.