In order to perform a vengeful oath one had to have at least double the eldrin pool of the person they were cursing, and Celestia was uncertain which was worse, the fact that she was now cursed or that she had an enemy with double her eldrin reserves.
"Tch," Saintess Margaret clicked her tongue, "How a brutish woman like you managed to get a hold of a 'Sanction Title' is beyond me, the gods must be slipping in their duties," she spoke with one eye in the sky wondering if any of the gods were willing to fess up for their stupid blunder of making this woman a queen.
As the saintess looked back at Celestia she could see the ire behind her eyes and that fake knight commander Alexander.
She often prayed to her patron goddess Athena to get her out of this mess, it had to be some blunder that placed her here with these pretend leaders.
No leader with any capacity to lead would be so stupid as to worry over this vengeful oath.