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? 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 we make our way to the throne
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. Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess
"Can't I just wear something more comfortable?" I ask, stomping my foot.
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.