Brat Princess Isabella Cranky Princess Has To Get Up · Deluxe

Isabella didn't move. She didn't even groan. She simply retracted her head into her duvet like a turtle retreating into a very expensive, 800-thread-count shell.

If Princess Isabella did not appear in the grand hall within thirty minutes, the alliance would crumble. The King was in a panic. The Chancellor was sweating through his robes. Martha was given ultimate authority to do whatever it took to get the brat princess out of bed. The palace staff deployed a tactical morning strategy: brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up

When denial fails—usually because the royal chef has begun baking croissants and the smell is unbearably delicious—the cranky princess escalates. This is when shows her true colors. She sits up suddenly, her hair looking like a ginger mane that has been caught in a windstorm. Her eyes, still half-closed, blaze with the fury of a thousand sleepless nobles. Isabella didn't move