It seems being a princess at sixteen isn't just the normal array of horrid lessons and preparations. Being officially crowned and thus marked as the sole heir has its cool set of perks.
People actually listen to me. The power is almost intoxicating. They seem to fear me more then they do her majesty the queen and that's saying something. It's probably because their future in the kingdom depends upon my approval, I could make their lives very miserable. But hey, no pressure.
The other day I threw a little bash for my would be friends/hopeful ladies in waiting. They all came dressed in fancy ball gowns and shiny tiaras only to find, to their utmost horror, my idea of a bash was a tiny bit different to theirs. Well actually a lot different!
They came expecting a ball whereas I'd thrown a bit of a slumber party (which I've learned involves just as much planning and appropriateness if not more). So most of them looked around awkwardly trying to mask their disapproval, and surprisingly enough some of them made themselves comfy and lay sprawled on the sofas when I made my not-so-grand entrance.
Everyone smiled. The night went smoothly, with stolen glances and awkward chitchat. I was glad my bestie Cora was there, I would have honestly died of sheer boredom and formality without her oh-so-welcome presence which mother dearest oh-so-strongly detests.
So coming to the part where I get to exercise my high and mighty powers. One of the maids couldn't show up and my butler (yes my own personal butler- we're filthy rich as can be expected) was giving her an earful when I caught them in the hall outside. I swiftly put on my best smiling yet completely concerned look and asked him what the fuss was about. He politely explained (although I was clearly getting on his nerves, who was I to butt into his business. Oh wait only the princess!) She was supposed to wait on my little soirée but her son was sick so she never showed up.
I turned to the butler smiled and gave him a long stern death stare and said "it was her child, we can make a few exceptions can't we?"
He did a little bow, quickly turned to the poor whimpering maid and told her she could go. She thanked me a million times and staggered away.
I am going to be such a cool Queen. Speaking of queens here she comes. I'd better make myself presentable or better yet scarce.
Adiós!
People actually listen to me. The power is almost intoxicating. They seem to fear me more then they do her majesty the queen and that's saying something. It's probably because their future in the kingdom depends upon my approval, I could make their lives very miserable. But hey, no pressure.
The other day I threw a little bash for my would be friends/hopeful ladies in waiting. They all came dressed in fancy ball gowns and shiny tiaras only to find, to their utmost horror, my idea of a bash was a tiny bit different to theirs. Well actually a lot different!
They came expecting a ball whereas I'd thrown a bit of a slumber party (which I've learned involves just as much planning and appropriateness if not more). So most of them looked around awkwardly trying to mask their disapproval, and surprisingly enough some of them made themselves comfy and lay sprawled on the sofas when I made my not-so-grand entrance.
Everyone smiled. The night went smoothly, with stolen glances and awkward chitchat. I was glad my bestie Cora was there, I would have honestly died of sheer boredom and formality without her oh-so-welcome presence which mother dearest oh-so-strongly detests.
So coming to the part where I get to exercise my high and mighty powers. One of the maids couldn't show up and my butler (yes my own personal butler- we're filthy rich as can be expected) was giving her an earful when I caught them in the hall outside. I swiftly put on my best smiling yet completely concerned look and asked him what the fuss was about. He politely explained (although I was clearly getting on his nerves, who was I to butt into his business. Oh wait only the princess!) She was supposed to wait on my little soirée but her son was sick so she never showed up.
I turned to the butler smiled and gave him a long stern death stare and said "it was her child, we can make a few exceptions can't we?"
He did a little bow, quickly turned to the poor whimpering maid and told her she could go. She thanked me a million times and staggered away.
I am going to be such a cool Queen. Speaking of queens here she comes. I'd better make myself presentable or better yet scarce.
Adiós!
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