Daisy yawned as she awoke, the light of a candle flashing into her eyes. It was always too early. Every morning, it was too early. Why did she ever have to wake up this early? Oh, that's right. Because she's a freaking Princess, and a Princess must "live the woman's life". That meant marrying at the age of 16, having children before you were 20, never being out of a corset, and yes, waking up at the crack of dawn. That and never, never, doing anything physical. EVER.
"Wake up Princess. We must get you dressed before 5:00- remember, you are going out with your lover, Luigi, for brunch." commanded the stout maid, pulling the warm fur blanket off of Daisy's thinly clothed body.
Daisy groaned from the cold (women weren't allowed to have fires in their rooms- they might accidently burn down the house), rolled off the bed, and asked, "Are we going out to town for brunch? Perhaps taking a stroll?"
"Of course not! You ought to know by now that girls are not permitted into town." said the maid, astonished at Daisy's lack of knowledge.
"I was just hoping that Daddy had finally changed the law…" mumbled Daisy, shrugging on a summer dress and some slippers, and then opening the door of her room to leave.
"What do you think you're going!?" shrieked the maid, pulling Daisy back inside the room and slamming the door.
"What is it now?" said Daisy, exasperated.
"You- you tried to go outside without your hair up! How could you do that! AND, to make things worse, you hadn't put on anything more than a dress! No petticoat, no stockings, no corset, NOTHING! Oh, and not to mention that you don't have ANY makeup on! And you call those things 'shoes'? I've seen a horse with more 'shoes' on than you!" yelled the maid, throwing her hands up into the air.
"It's, like, a zillion degrees outside! Am I supposed to wear a corset, silk under things, a skirt, and a top, as well as a scarf, umbrella, layers of makeup, and high heels, in THIS weather?"
"How could you even ask? Any decent woman wears all those things, even in private." said the maid, putting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.
"AGH!" shrieked Daisy, "Fine! Do whatever you want to me! After all, I'm virtually a walking- talking play-toy anyway!"
"I'm glad you finally understand your situation, Princess. I'll go get your petticoats…" said the maid, smiling and rushing out of the room.
Daisy internally screamed. In this world of wonder and beauty, she wanted nothing more than to explore and do as she pleased. But because she was a woman, and on top of that, a Princess, she could do almost nothing. Why were women so mistreated here? Daisy had heard that in Hyrule, a neighboring kingdom, not only were they ruled by a Princess, but there were entire provinces where women were treated equally to men. And even better, some of them were as ferocious as wolves, and even SHUNNED men! They were apparently the rulers of the ENTIRE VALLEY known as "Gerudo".
So why, here in the Mushroom Kingdom and in Sarasaland, were women so woefully mistreated? Daisy knew that she was twice as smart as her fiancé, Luigi, and yet she had to stay within the castle grounds while Luigi went on adventure after adventure with his dim-witted brother, Mario.
And speaking of which, who were they saving on those adventures? None other than Daisy's own cousin, Peach. Peach, the perfect Princess. The good girl. The sweetheart, the beauty, the role model. And why (in the eyes of the men) was she so perfect? Because she was obedient, pretty, and was "kidnapped" every other week. Obviously, every man wants to save a gorgeous girl from danger, but only an old, fat Italian plumber can have that particular honor.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Hell-o! It's Peach, my cousin! How WONDERFUL to see you!