Ugh, why must I always be woken up from my cozy slumber? Can't these insolent servants see that I'm still reeling from the previous night's festivities? I swear, it's always something. The pressure of being a princess is exhausting.
Agnes carefully takes the pillow and places it back on my bed. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You have a meeting with the King and Queen in an hour to discuss the upcoming ball." hot brat princess isabella cranky princess has to get up upd
"Can't I just wear something more comfortable?" I ask, stomping my foot. Ugh, why must I always be woken up from my cozy slumber
Agnes sighs. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You are the guest of honor. You must look your best." The pressure of being a princess is exhausting
As we make our way to the throne room, I can feel my crankiness growing. It's going to be one of those days...
How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess?