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.
As we make our way to the throne room, I can feel my crankiness growing. It's going to be one of those days...
Agnes carefully takes the pillow and places it back on my bed. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You have a meeting with the King and Queen in an hour to discuss the upcoming ball."
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.
"Can't I just wear something more comfortable?" I ask, stomping my foot.