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 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
Isabella pulls the embroidered coverlet over her head. "No," she whispers. Then louder: "NO." The royal chambers are still dark
"Fine," she sighs, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "But I’m being difficult about it." " she mutters to herself