1/22/2014, 9:44 PM
The queen-size bed was soft and warm. I was sleeping in the palace as the Princess of Tristiania. My crown lay on my bedstand.
I closed my eyes in the near darkness and wondered why there were so many haters out there. Despite the many ROFings that the kingdom had received at the hands of haters over the course of about a year, Tristiania was still standing tall and strong. By tall and strong, they meant in the top 1000 kingdoms and over 1000 acres.
It’s hard to be a human princess in a kingdom of elves ruled by a hybrid.