Chapter 1 of The Princess in Shining Armor!!!!!! :D
ONE “Desponie,” My mother, Queen Iris’s gentle voice with an Irish accent, cut into my lesson of “How to Deal with an Unruly Peasant”. “Your Father would like to speak with you,” she says. I let out a sigh of exasperation as I tug on my red Dutch braid. I always insist that my hair be braided because it will be out of my face. “Oh, great,” I groan softly, but I know my mother heard me. She has ears like a bat. Lately, my father has been wanting to have “conversations” (really, they are more like squabbles,) on how I should be more mannered, pretty, punctual, poised, and responsible. And that all of those things can be taught to me at that fancy etiquette school he keeps reminding me about. I don’t want to go. I would rather stay here or better yet, learn swords and shields. My mother laughed. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” she says, trying to put a positive spin on the squabbles, as she always does. I shrug, stand up, and start walking with her to th...