Chapter 29

From the very first morning that I woke up, I had a strong sense that I was going to like my new role as a princess. Breakfasts that were well-balanced, followed by a wonderful and warm bath, only to be pampered and dressed by my ladies, felt like a dream come true. I dressed in a white and blue gown that I thought looked the most appropriate for my style, despite the fact that both of my handmaidens were opposed to it. They said that the gown, to quote them, "made me appear as if I were a handmaiden or a servant." In my own timeline, I couldn't have cared less because I was content to live in jeans and hoodies.

However, it appears that the poof of your skirt indicated your social hierarchy, with the poofier the skirt denoting a better social position. As the monarch, it was assumed that I would have the largest tooth in the land. All of my down had to be created from high-end fabrics, and it had to be embellished with beads and all of the precious stones that this planet ha