Checked In & Checked Out

The ball went smoothly, too smoothly. It seems Royals and Princes have officially been given permission to check me out, and so of course each one of them did with utmost pleasure and delight. I was the new meat bone sent into the market.
"Here here! New rare meat! Check it out and mark your share. On the market in two short years!"
As tradition dictates here in Zenlodia, the Princess is to wed an eligible bachelor between her eighteenth and nineteenth birthday. The coming out ball is just to remind these dreary bachelors that there is a damsel or should I say hot new item coming in on the market soon.

But all that in due time.

From today all my pre-Princess lessons end and a new era of doom and horror begins (queen lessons... even saying it out loud makes me shiver.) I can't imagine what new act of regal retribution mother dearest shall concoct for the (not) prodigal daughter.

Though for now I shall defy every rule set up for me and horrify the counsel and the court beyond their wildest imagination.

Later.

Before the coming out

Hi. I'm Cassandra Cortez, but for all intents and purposes of this (unfortunately public) diary I go by Cassie (and if I catch you referring to me by the other C-word it shall be your head and my pike - I do own one jbtw, we're very old fashioned that way)
So, I turn sixteen in a couple of minutes. I'm sitting on the ledge in my balcony taking in my final few moments of fresh air and serenity. If any of you are remotely related to us Cortez's you'll understand exactly why, as for the rest of you; be thankful because the moment the clock says you're sixteen the circus act begins.
Tomorrow I'll have my coming out ball. Why do we even have a coming out ball? It's not like every single person in the kingdom doesn't already know who Cassandra Cortez is, I mean I haven't exactly been hidden in some dungeon all my life.
At this exact moment I'm wearing flannel pyjamas (which my mother swears to burn if she catches me in them again.) But she's too stand up for that sort of abominable act. I have been learning the way I am expected to linguistically perform in the presence of humans since I was four (so I'm crossing everything hoping for the aliens to invade soon.)
I am act gracious, courteous, merciful, kind, benevolent, altruistic and princely. Or should I say princess-ly.
Did I mention I'm a princess?
Toodles