Being a princess is so overrated - the tiaras, the dresses, the endless diplomatic balls. But you know what really takes the cake? Having a dad who's determined to drive me up the wall. Seriously, it's like we're in some twisted version of a royal sitcom.

I'd never thought I'd say this, but being a troubled princess isn't all sunshine and tiaras. It's more like a never-ending soap opera. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, this one girl burst into my life, yapping about how wonderful the world is. Talk about bursting my princess bubble. But hey, I've realized I'm not the only one who's got problems, princess or not. So maybe there's a silver lining in this royal headache.

Since that day, the only thing on my mind was finding her again. I longed to hear her voice, to see her face, just one more time. Despite my youth and lack of responsibilities as a princess, the knights were always there, protecting me like overprotective bodyguards.

My father warned me about an attempted murderer who tried to take my life last night. The thought of someone wanting me dead disturbed me, but my father had his own theory: that the attacker was likely an outsider from a rival kingdom.

One night, I faked slumber, sensing an intruder's presence. As she moved towards me, knife in hand, I acted quickly, grabbing her wrist and disarming her.

"You! Unmask yourself, now!"

I demanded, brandishing the knife towards her. She slowly removed her mask... and there it was, that face - the same girl who had saved me. But her reaction was odd; it was clear she didn't recognize me. Before I could say a word, she kicked the knife out of my hand and skillfully restrained me, tying my wrists together.

"Hold on now," I protested, "there's no need to be so rough!"