The ball! Ugh, I had completely forgotten. I'm not exactly thrilled about it, either. It's going to be a hot summer evening, and I can already imagine the sweat dripping down my face as I dance with those stuffy nobles.
How was that? Did I capture the essence of a hot-headed, bratty princess?
Agnes carefully takes the pillow and places it back on my bed. "I'm afraid not, Princess. You have a meeting with the King and Queen in an hour to discuss the upcoming ball."