Princess Isabella Cranky Princess Has To Get Up — Brat

And for one long, glorious moment, she considers ordering breakfast in bed, canceling the council, and declaring a national nap day.

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

"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." brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up

A pause. Then the dramatic flop onto the pillows. The groan of absolute suffering. The tiny fists pounding the mattress.

Then reality creeps back in. Crown. Duties. People needing things. And for one long, glorious moment, she considers

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

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. "Cranky princess has to get up," she mutters

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