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“I am awake. But I am NOT happy about it. And anyone who smiles at me before noon will be turned into a frog. I learned that spell yesterday.”

“I’m not CRANKY,” came the furious reply. “I am UNDER RESTORATION.” brat princess Isabella Cranky princess has to get up

The duvet rose slightly. A single, bloodshot eye peered out. “Cancel them.” “I am awake

The servants gasped. The knights saluted. The queen wiped a tear from her eye. I learned that spell yesterday

Silence.

Princess Isabella, age nine, lay spread-eagled across her king-sized canopy bed like a starfish in denial. Her silk pajamas were twisted. Her auburn hair resembled a bird’s nest that had been in a fight with a tornado. And her face—oh, her face—was already scrunched into the legendary frown that made royal painters quit their jobs.