"Princess, please don't tell me that is what you plan to wear to your coronation. Go change."

Your bodyguard, Jason, is standing in the doorway, eyeing you up and down, you were sitting on your bed in the palace, wearing sweats and a straining bra just scrolling through videos on your phone,

"I'm not going" you mumble

He raises an eyebrow

"C'mon sweetie, put your dress on, it's one night, I understand you're upset about the idea, but in less than two hours, you'll be queen, so start acting like it."