She had been so very young, so very spoiled, when she was pulled out of the rubble. She tried to act like her family taught her to act, and she'd faced scolding for it, though she was never spanked. She tried to cry and stomp her feet like she'd seen some kids to do get their way, that didn't work either.
The day she started saying please, thank you, and helping others out of her own free will, she found people were nicer. Now, with her bakery, she helped other youngsters learn what she did. And yes she did get a horse. When she saved up for it, bought it herself, and made sure she took very good care of it. -- Anon Guest
When the revolution came, she was lucky she was in her nightdress. She was even luckier that her guard and her nurse hurried her out of the palace before the bloody coup could wreak its revenge in her direction. Ironically, what made Princess even luckier was that each and every one of her servants were fully prepared to lay down their life for her.
Unlucky for them that they did.
The last to perish was Princess' nurse, who used her own body to shield Princess from falling debris. Princess screamed her throat raw, that night, and cried until exhaustion dragged her down into something passing for sleep. When she woke, someone dragged her out. A stranger who wrapped her up in an itchy blanket.
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