A "Very" Royal Summer

I

Tired.

Tired of what, you ask? This princess life of course.

It is not just walking around in beautiful dresses, crowns made of diamonds and living in a giant castle as many think. Crowns are only worn by my parents and thank god, because that thing weighs a ton. And as for living in a giant palace, it is not that fun to have to do an intensive crossfit marathon just to get from my room to the kitchen, which is where I spend most of my time.

Maybe I should put a fridge in my room and the problem would be solved. But, on the other hand, if I do that now, my parents would complain about how I never leave the room.

Of course, belonging to royalty has its privileges, like being considered a celebrity without being attacked by paparazzi when I go out on the street (because it is forbidden to photograph members of the royal family without prior authorization) for my extreme delight, wearing the most renowned names in the world to balls and official ceremonies and get to know several famous people that I admire and even some for whom I already had a soft spot. Which reminds me that I have to send a message to Zac Efron to invite him to my birthday when it's time. Eighteen years. The big eighteen ...

Just thinking about it makes me shiver.

But back to the subject.

There are also more serious parts of what it means to be a princess. There are responsibilities, rules and hard work. I have to watch parliamentary discussions related to the country's politics and economy, volunteering around the world with my mother trying to change as many lives as possible, attending formal dances in order to strengthen the relationship with the leaders of the countries most influential people in the world, which could prove to be an asset to our own country and, as if that were not enough, to take History classes on people who have died for centuries, to learn five different languages, including Latin that I don't it will be of no use in this millennium and etiquette that, let's face it, has not helped me in anything other than delaying back pain for a few more years.

The best part of all this is undoubtedly when I can go archery with my father outside the palace on horseback. I prefer that to be waltzed with my mother.

It's not that you don't like it! I love to dance. But after spending about forty-five minutes alone in the dance hall with my mother saying: "Posture, Alexandria", "Stretch your chin Alexandria", "More gracefully dear", it becomes a little boring. Not to mention the countless times I hit something or faced the mirror and made a fool of myself to my own reflection.

According to my mother, it is imperative that a princess knows how to move gracefully around the stage as if she were flying, enchanting everyone around her. To her disappointment, the only daughter she had was a walking disaster, who threw everything she found on the ground and whose body was home to countless bruises. I am suddenly torn from my thoughts when I hear footsteps approaching.

- You wont get me, old man! - I shout to my father as I run to Sandy, my mare, climb up and start riding at a speed at which it would be difficult for the guards and my father to catch me.

- Alex wait! Don't get lost ! - my father yells from afar as I distance myself from him with a naughty smile on my mouth.

I am at a great distance when I hear someone lighten their throat:

- Princess I don't think I should be so far from your father. - one of the guards warned me stopping in front of me.

I think your name is Greg.

- Greg, isn't it?

-Actually it's George Miss.

Ah, I knew it was something like that.