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I huff and puff, but eventually, I'm forced to accept my fate. With a final scowl, I follow Agnes out of my chambers and into the bright, sunny day.

How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess?

Agnes sighs. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You are the guest of honor. You must look your best."

I groggily sit up, my blonde hair tangled from sleep. "What's the point of even getting up? Can't I just stay in bed forever?" I whine, throwing my pillow at her.

Ugh, why must I always be woken up from my cozy slumber? Can't these insolent servants see that I'm still reeling from the previous night's festivities? I swear, it's always something. The pressure of being a princess is exhausting.