“You are the princess,” the woman said, voice as soft as moss.
“Of course I came,” Isabella snapped, though the sharpness masked a grin. “Where is the fox? Speak.” HOT- brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up
: Entitled, demanding, and highly sensitive to discomfort, especially early in the morning. “You are the princess,” the woman said, voice
Isabella caught her reflection and groaned. "My skin is translucent. I look like a ghost that died of boredom. Get the rose water, get the corset, and get me a double espresso before I decide this kingdom is better off as a republic." I look like a ghost that died of boredom
The alarm sounds. Isabella does not silence it gracefully. She slaps the snooze button with the force of a thousand inconvenienced monarchs. She buries her face in the silk pillowcase (or the cheap microfiber that she pretends is silk) and groans.