[Lavinia's Pov]
[Petal Garden, After a Week]
Just like I said before…
My kingdom, people?
More dramatic than a soap opera villain on their seventh resurrection arc.
And the newspaper companies?
Oh-ho-ho.
They're not just journalists. They're failed fantasy writers with a vengeance, weaponizing metaphors like daggers dipped in glitter. I swear they hold weekly meetings titled "How to Make Everything the Princess Does Sound Like the End of the World—With Footnotes."
Now, why would I bring this up again?
Sigh…
Because apparently, me naming the East Wing 2.0 was not just a cute moment of architectural rebranding.
NO.
It was a "MONUMENTAL, EMPIRE-SHAKING REVELATION."
Like I'd just declared war on boredom. Or gravity.
I mean, come on—it's my house. My wing. My shiny floors. I should be allowed to give it a cute little name, right?
Apparently not.
The palace? Buzzing like a beehive on a double-shot espresso.
