Double Charming

"Quickly, switch clothes with me!"

"What the f-"

"Just do it!"

"No! Are you insane?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm brilliant," I pause, looking over my shoulder with a sly smile, "How would you like to be a princess?"

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My name is Angel. I'm a "princess" trapped in a tower, cursed seven ways to Sunday, and straight as a curved line. Don't fuck with me.

In a gloriously bad mood after being stuck for two years with no one coming to save me besides princes who don't even have two brain cells to rub together, my only source of enjoyment is watching them fail one after the other. If, on the off chance they do manage to get to the tower, they're met with me. Before I can even ask ten questions, they're either immediately thrown out of the tower or they jump out themselves. Don't worry, they're fine. Most of the time.

I have signs to look for... such as if they even listen to what I have to say... that's a big one. We live in a medieval era, there aren't many progressive minds here.

After two years of this shit, someone halfway suitable appears, dragging their ass up the stairs. And, surprise surprise, she's a woman. Little does she know I heard her grumbling the entire time she marched up the stairs about how princesses don't have to do anything (I couldn't agree more, and that's the problem!) and how she wished that was her.

Careful what you wish for.

Things didn't quite go as planned, though, and now I'm travelling the world with this chick. We're saving princesses together, breaking curses, and kicking ass. But, well, isn't this the best outcome?