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She sits up — hair a wild, tangled mess, cheeks flushed, nightgown twisted sideways.
And for one long, glorious moment, she considers ordering breakfast in bed, canceling the council, and declaring a national nap day.
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"I don't care if the entire kingdom falls into the sea before noon." brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up
Then reality creeps back in. Crown. Duties. People needing things.
The lady-in-waiting nods once. She knows the drill.
Isabella pulls the embroidered coverlet over her head. "No," she whispers. Then louder: "NO." She sits up — hair a wild, tangled
A pause. Then the dramatic flop onto the pillows. The groan of absolute suffering. The tiny fists pounding the mattress.
The royal chambers are still dark. Outside, the first gray light of dawn barely touches the castle spires. Inside, a small figure lies buried under silk and rage.
"Fine," she sighs, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "But I’m being difficult about it." The lady-in-waiting nods once
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Her lady-in-waiting flinches at the door. "Your Highness, the royal council—"