Orm Kornnaphat, a highly esteemed princess, has always excelled in her royal duties and academic pursuits. However, she soon finds herself grappling with certain subjects in the demanding Royal University of Economics. Concerned for her daughter's f...
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The soft morning light filtered through the large windows of my penthouse, casting a warm glow on the white walls and sleek furniture. It was quiet, just the way I liked it. I stretched, feeling the cool silk sheets beneath me as I sat up. The penthouse was a gift from my father, a reward for finally convincing him that I needed my own space—away from the stifling rules and the ever-watchful eyes of the palace.
Life as a princess wasn't as glamorous as most people assumed. Sure, I had the clothes, the parties, and the title, but with all that came expectations. Unspoken rules dictated every aspect of my life—what to wear, how to speak, and even whom to associate with. It was exhausting. Here, in this two-level penthouse, I could at least breathe freely, even if just for a while.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me out of my thoughts. I reached over, knowing who it was before I even checked. Yoko, my best friend and constant partner in crime, had probably sent me a dozen messages by now.
Yoko: Are you awake?
Yoko: We have class in an hour. Don't forget.
Yoko: Don't be late again, princess!
I rolled my eyes but smiled. Yoko was always on top of things. She was the type who couldn't stand being late or unprepared. Meanwhile, I was still trying to convince myself to get out of bed. I swung my legs over the edge and padded across the hardwood floor toward the bathroom.
The mirror reflected the image I had grown so used to—blonde hair cascading over my shoulders, tired eyes that I covered up with makeup most days, and a frame that everyone envied but few understood. I had to be perfect all the time, or at least appear that way. But today, I didn't feel like perfection. I felt... tired.
I tied my hair up into a neat ponytail and washed my face, the cold water waking me up a little more. After a quick routine of skincare and makeup, I headed to the closet. My hand grazed the rows of dresses, all in soft pastels and floral patterns. They were perfect for the image I had to maintain—girly, polished, always on point. But today, I was in no mood to be the perfect princess.
After a moment of hesitation, I pulled out a simple white blouse and a pair of high-waisted jeans. It was casual, but it was still me. Besides, I didn't need to impress anyone today. I glanced at my reflection one more time before grabbing my bag and heading out.
The penthouse was located in the heart of the city, a towering building that overlooked the bustling streets below. Despite being so high up, I could hear the faint hum of life outside—cars, people, the city waking up. It was oddly comforting, knowing that somewhere down there, people were living their lives without the weight of a crown on their shoulders.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As the doors closed, I thought about the day ahead. Another class at university—Royalty Studies, of course. As much as I loved learning, it sometimes felt like I was being trained for a role I wasn't sure I even wanted. But I didn't have a choice, did I? I was born into this life, and I had to play my part.
