A box constructed to be kept shut never existed. Our heroine knew from the beginning what was inside, thoughtfully gifted from the evil entity. Hell was packaged with her in mind.
The Princess found blue boxes of beautiful jewelry to be most boring, only interesting for the contradiction of unbreakable diamond sheen birthed in fragile robin's egg. To say curiosity was the opening neglects prior knowledge on the part of woman.
How convenient to blame evil on the one it is in love with. Egg blue box hinged like a cracked open conception, a present fit for a Princess.
The mythology of this story comes from imagining that evil could ever be contained. That it would not seep outward before the lid was lifted by human hands.
A Pandora dances inside each of us, reaching for the bottom of every box. Temptation whether recognized or not shines bright as wedding rock.
It was this the Princess wore best.