Brat Princess Isabella Cranky Princess Has: To Get Up

"Fine," she sighs, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "But I’m being difficult about it."

She sits up — hair a wild, tangled mess, cheeks flushed, nightgown twisted sideways.

Her lady-in-waiting flinches at the door. "Your Highness, the royal council—" brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up

The lady-in-waiting nods once. She knows the drill.

And for one long, glorious moment, she considers ordering breakfast in bed, canceling the council, and declaring a national nap day. "Fine," she sighs, swinging her legs over the

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"I don't care if the entire kingdom falls into the sea before noon." " she sighs

Then reality creeps back in. Crown. Duties. People needing things.