Princesses are not uncommon in Storybrooke. The curse that a dark and evil queen cast 29 long years ago did not discriminate between the rich and the poor, common man and royalty. It took everyone in its path, swirling a purple cloud of anguish over castles and huts alike, leaving few structures spared from its course of destruction. Because of this, there was a wide range of people living in the small coastal town.
Princess manned the coffee shops, giving scolding beverages to those who once served them, they taught in the school houses or toiled in the factories on large and dirty machines. There new lives so far removed from the world of ball gowns and tiaras that you would not think of such things as once having been not merely common, but staples. And, for the most part, they did not miss that life at all. The fake memories of the curse having given most people a sort of affection for their new lives.
No, princesses were not an uncommon thing in Storybrooke but, the death of one could still draw a crowd.
