"Good morning, Your Highness," she says, trying to sound cheerful. "Shall I help you get dressed for the day?"
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
As Agnes begins to help me get dressed, I grumble and complain about everything. The corset is too tight, the skirt is too heavy, and the crown is too... well, crown-like. "Good morning, Your Highness," she says, trying to
I huff and puff, but eventually, I'm forced to accept my fate. With a final scowl, I follow Agnes out of my chambers and into the bright, sunny day. You are the guest of honor
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.
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.
How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess?