PRINCESS CONSUELA BAHAMA BANANA JAQUOLIN HAMMOCK
At least that's what she wanted to be called.
Her parents went with June.
June Peppenopolis.
Princess of the kingdom of Toyoda. Though she really didn't care to be. 16 and never lived a real day in her life that wasn't already planned out. She had duties to the king, responsibilities to the queen, and standards for herself. She had 2 older sisters and an older brother. So it isn't like she needed primping to take care of her own kingdom.
Her two sisters were quite close to unbearable, but her older brother Lance...
He was the only person who ever listened to her. On days her mother would make her recite the bible or try on rediculously tight gowns, she would run off and throw rocks at carriages. But lance would find her and cheer her up until she would stop the vandalism.
He would tell her stories of past Heros and villains and monsters! It was her happiest memories.
As she grew up lance explained more of why princessly duties would help her out in the future. For example if she ever were to be married of to another kingdoms Prince she would need to know how to Rule.
"Oh lance that won't happen! I know you'll make sure of it."
"Of course June. It's you and me and me and you. Nothing stands between us."
She would smile at that.
June pepponapolis was not a person you mess with.
Once lance joined the Knights of the kingdom he wasn't around as much. June became more sinicle*
She learned to do things for herself and read often. She earned herself quite a sense of humor. And always got her way. Of course this matured out of whining and screaming as she ages but she still found a way to get what she wants.
She convinced her parents to let her paint one of the offices green and use it as her library/ art studio. She spent a lot of time there when lance was gone.
She couldn't go to the river bank because that was their place. It was too hard... The thought that he couldn't come home.
One day waiting for Lance to come towards the castle with the other nights she was waiting up in an old oak finishing Off an apple.
Once completed she let it fall when she heard and unusual sound...
And thus... Our story begins
