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.
Agnes sighs. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You are the guest of honor. You must look your best." hot brat princess isabella cranky princess has to get up upd
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. As I slowly open my eyes, the blinding
How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess? Agnes sighs
As we make our way to the throne room, I can feel my crankiness growing. It's going to be one of those days...