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"Can't I just wear something more comfortable?" I ask, stomping my foot.

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." hot brat princess isabella cranky princess has to get up upd

How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess? "Can't I just wear something more comfortable

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 have a meeting with the King and

Agnes sighs. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You are the guest of honor. You must look your best."

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.