Isabella pulls the embroidered coverlet over her head. "No," she whispers. Then louder: "NO."
And for one long, glorious moment, she considers ordering breakfast in bed, canceling the council, and declaring a national nap day. brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up
Then reality creeps back in. Crown. Duties. People needing things. Isabella pulls the embroidered coverlet over her head
"Cranky princess has to get up," she mutters to herself, mimicking her own title with venom. "Cranky princess wants to throw her crown out the window and go back to sleep until summer." she considers ordering breakfast in bed
Her lady-in-waiting flinches at the door. "Your Highness, the royal council—"
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