The Queen, a former diplomat, tried reasoning. She entered Isabella’s chambers at 7 AM with a cheerful: “Good morning, my darling sunbeam!”
She flops back onto the pillows, one leg hooked over the duvet, radiating heat and irritation in equal, glorious measure. The Queen, a former diplomat, tried reasoning
The "just rolled out of bed" look, but professionally voluminous. a former diplomat
Sunlight cuts through the ruby-red drapes of Princess Isabella’s chamber. The temperature inside her four-poster bed has already reached uncomfortable sauna levels. Isabella, dressed in a rumpled silk nightgown, groans. This is not a gentle groan. This is the sound of a volcano checking its watch. one leg hooked over the duvet