You're quickly gulping the tea down your throat. It's warm and good for you — that's what they say.
You're eating strawberries.
Strawberry cake today again huh?
You don't want to watch that golden egg hatching but you know you have to.
You're going to fry it the second it hatches, so never fucking mind.
Yes, you are mad. Lol.
Even though you agreed to whatever your dad wanted, you are still mad. And that's another level of mad— You're next level mad.
Your time is over. You widen your eyes, thinking about showering. You totally forgot about that.
Yes, princesses do get periods.
You shrug the thought off and decide to take a rose bath with this another berry-mix scent. You adore it. And it's your personal scent.
You bath a long 2 hour bath. Yes, you are you. And you do whatever the fuck you want.
After you get done with bathing, you put your bathrob on as you step outside, yawning, tying your wet hair up in a bun.
"Miss, here are all those new dresses that your father has sent." She smiles at you and waits for you to pick the right dress for today.
Yes. And why is your father doing this? He is never this nice.
Probably because your personal bodyguard is arriving today and you have to look good for him.
Dad, dude's a bodyguard. He ain't no prince.
Well guess it's just a formal move.
You know that you don't want to get ready and look all cutesy patootsy and a like a baby princess. You don't want to, cause you give two fucks about dicks.
But then again, he's your father. And the King.
You have to obey.
You absolutely do not hate the dresses. They're so lovely.
You decide to go with the Lavender dress since it looks more comfortable to you.
It's apparently made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular, high collar made of silk-like materials heads to the ankle-length robe, embroided with dark purple lace.
The blouse is still a bit loose. "May I help you, your highness?" You nod, giving Reyin a troubled look as it is getting hard to tie the ends of your blouse. She ties them for you and you thank her.
Reyin insists to put on your makeup for you and do your hair. But you refuse.
Because you do. And she have to listen to you. You don't need any makeup. Wait, you do. You're ugly. But you don't. Because you're beautiful.
ou grab a nude lipstick shade and put it on as it follows on your big, soft lips smoothly. They are dry as fuck.
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