She stood up, smoothed her skirts with a sharp snap of her wrists, and began the long walk to the throne room. Every step was a protest. Every sigh was a symphony of bratty exhaustion. She was ready to be the most difficult person in the kingdom—at least until she had her second iced latte.
The velvet curtains of the Royal Suite were still tightly drawn, shielding Princess Isabella from the offensive intrusion of the morning sun. Inside, the air-conditioned chill was perfect, the high-thread-count sheets were crisp, and Isabella was deep in a dream where she had just banned Mondays. She stood up, smoothed her skirts with a
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The Reign of the Relatable Royal: Why the “Cranky Princess Isabella” Persona is Viral Gold The handmaiden freezes
Elara, seasoned by three years of service, did not flinch. "Your Highness, the ambassador from the Sun Kingdom arrives at noon. Your mother insists you be presentable."
Since she’s "hot" (either temperature-wise or stylistically), ensure the room isn't stifling. Have a cold glass of lemon water or a cooling face mist ready.