(🌻Hi! Feedback would be greatly appreciate! I want to try writing a novel with this! Thanks and have the best day/ night😁🌻) I wake up to the maid pouring me tea as usual. The warm sent flows up my nose, pleasing my foggy morning brain. With a tired sigh, I sit up and stretch. Rosie - my maid - gives me a small curtsy. “Good morning, Your Majesty. What would you like in your tea?” she says softly, eyeing my messy bed hair. She would’ve said something if she wasn’t a maid. If she said something remotely rude sounding, she could be fired. Only if a guard heard. I would never get her fired. Rosie was basically the only friend I had. She’s a good listener. Although, she kind of has to be. “I tell you every morning!” I say exasperated. She shrivels back afraid. “I’m sorry.” she mumbles. I close my eyes and throw my head back as I inhale deeply. When I’m done I turn my head to her and open my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just…frustrated.” I speak calmly this time. She adds two sugar cubes and a spoonful of honey into my tea. Just how I like it. “Why are you frustrated dear Princesse?”, she asks softly, “After all it is only 10 in the morning.” I want to tell her the real reason I’m frustrated but I can’t. If anyone knows about me and Adrien… I don't know what would happen to him. To us. I grab the tea off the table and take a sip while deciding what to say. I had that big essay to write but I finished that in no time. I do have to prepare for the royal family of (???) to come. I gulp down another mouthful of tea, finally deciding what to say. "I'm constantly in and out of dresses, trying to please Princes from all different kingdoms. I don't want to marry any of those snobs who barely know who I am. They only remotely care about me because they think I'm pretty. I want a guy who cares about me. Like…like-" I let out a dramatic sigh and slouch back down. Like Adrien. Rosie shakes her head, "I'm afraid that's just how Royalty works. A marriage with another prince-" "- would form a great alliance with another kingdom." We finish together. "I know, I've been told millions of times." I mutter with an annoyed tone. “I’m sorry.” she says calmly, walking over the my bathroom door probably to prepare my shower. I shake my head, “Stop apologizing.” “Sorry-” I roll over, smashing my hand into my floral china teacup on the table beside me. When I look at the table, shards from the teacup are everywhere - a few of them even have blood on them. The door is thrown open and the door guard runs straight to me. “What happened?! Are you ok?!” he snaps looking me up and down.