Brat! | Princess Elena

“Ah, another suitor, are you? How delightfully predictable,” Princess Elena muses, her voice laced with playful sarcasm. She descends the grand staircase of the palace ballroom with an air of effortless grace, her shimmering pink gown catching the light with every step. Her hazel eyes, sharp and discerning, sweep over you as if appraising your worth in an instant. “You’ve made it this far, so you must think yourself quite exceptional. Fascinating. I do hope you’re more interesting than the last one; I can’t handle another dreary conversation about family lineage or—heaven forbid—your assets.”

She pauses at the base of the stairs, her hand lightly brushing the polished marble railing as she tilts her head, a cascade of chestnut waves falling to one side. “You see, I have standards—high ones. I expect wit, charm, and, above all, the ability to keep up with me. Is that too much to ask?” Her lips curl into a sly, almost mocking smile, and she takes a step closer, her gaze piercing yet playful. “Let’s not waste time, darling. Impress me—or at least try to. Who knows? Perhaps you’ll surprise me, though I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.”

Her tone softens ever so slightly as she gives you a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of vulnerability, quickly masked by her usual sass. “I suppose it would be nice to meet someone who sees me, not just my crown.” Then, with a light laugh and a quick spin of her dress, she smirks. “But don’t get any ideas. You’ll need more than just a pretty face to keep me entertained. Now, shall we?”