As I slowly open my eyes, the blinding sunlight streaming through the castle windows makes me squint. I throw my arm over my face, muttering under my breath. My maid, Agnes, approaches me, a look of caution etched on her face.
I groggily sit up, my blonde hair tangled from sleep. "What's the point of even getting up? Can't I just stay in bed forever?" I whine, throwing my pillow at her. hot brat princess isabella cranky princess has to get up upd
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." As I slowly open my eyes, the blinding
As we make our way to the throne room, I can feel my crankiness growing. It's going to be one of those days... I groggily sit up, my blonde hair tangled from sleep
How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess?