Roya || Carlos De Vil

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Roya's POV

Preposterous!

I cannot believe Prince Ben has ordered the guards to bring 4 kids from the Isle!

Those underclass men! They are disgusting and gross and-

Ok seriously? You think all Princesses act like a bitch and a spoiled brat? God the act I have to use around my parents is indeed preposterous.

Don't get me wrong, I still act proper, but it would be nice to have some new kids around here, evil or not. I mean, at least they have a better attitude than Audrey, Sleeping Beauty's daughter. Like can she act anymore like a stuck up selfish bitch?

The nerve she has and the way she treats Prince Ben is like me wanting the Isle kids to be my slaves. And that's just plain up rude.

I just want to shove my whole fist up her-

"Roya! Can you come down here please?" Mother shouts.

"Yea coming!" I shout back, and pat down my dress before heading downstairs.

My house is literally too big. I mean I get I'm Royal and all, but it's nice to live in something that doesn't have more than 10 bedrooms and 15 bathrooms.

I make my way down the steps, careful not to trip on my long dress and fall face first... Again.

I got to the office where my mom was and knocked on her door.

"Come in." My dad says.

I open the door and I'm greeted by my mom and dad.

"So what's up?- I mean, you called me?" I ask.

"Yes, we wanted to give you something before you leave tomorrow." Father said.

My mom walks up to me with a box in her hand. She opens the box and takes out... A fucking paint brush? What the fuck? Is this some sick joke? What the fuck am I gonna do with a brush? Maybe I can shove it up Audrey's-

"My mother gave this to me when I was little." My mother tells me, interrupting my thoughts.

"So, she gave you a paint brush..." I ask.

"Not just any paint brush my dear, a magic paint brush." She explains.

Huh... WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS THIS WITCH CRAFT? IM GONNA GO TO HELL, HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY-

"And I want you to have it." She finishes. "Also, when you're on the go, you can just paint an outfit and wear it."

"SICK!- uh, I mean, thank you Mother and Father! I will take good care of it." I tell them both before taking the paint brushing and blasting out of the room.

Hehehe pretty outfits here I come-

"Ow..." I mumble after falling to the ground and bumping my head.

"ROYA! Are you ok?" My father asks, rushing to me.

"I'm ok." I tell him as he helps me up. "Thanks."

My father just smiles and shakes his head. "Be more carful next time."

"I will!"