Isabella froze, then laughed, a sound like bells released. The fox trotted forward, circling her boots and brushing against her skirts, a living compass to mischief. She knelt, gathering the animal to her chest with proprietorial fondness. Rowan watched, face softening as if the sight corrected some small wrongness in the world.
+-------------------+ +-------------------+ +-------------------+ | 7:00 AM Sleep | --> | 7:45 AM Anger | --> | 9:00 AM Radiant | | Buried in Linens | | Seeking Caffeine | | Ready to Govern | +-------------------+ +-------------------+ +-------------------+ HOT- brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up
Clara pulled back the heavy velvet curtains, flooding the room with bright, golden sunlight. Isabella froze, then laughed, a sound like bells released
With a dramatic, heavy sigh that echoed through the high ceilings of the palace, Isabella finally sat up. She crossed her arms, glaring at her velvet slippers as if they had personally offended her. Rowan watched, face softening as if the sight
The alarm clock on the mahogany nightstand did not just chime; it offended. To Princess Isabella, the crisp digital beep at 8:00 AM was an outright declaration of war.
"Good morning, Your Bratness," Thorn said cheerfully.
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