"Clean the dust under the bed," Ordered Princess Mistry. She was looking through a long piece of paper, reading her duties for today. Pacing back and forth within her room, with a quill and scroll in hand, she was becoming stressed.

Noon came quickly, time was passing fast, but her duties seem to increase.

"Parties, invitations, father's council meetings, celebration at the Mandroughs- Oh, and change the sheets. They are becoming rather itchy." She added, then clicked her tongue, frustrated.