Princess
I can't believe my daddy! How could he do this to me when he knows that I absolutely despise arithmetic and reading and other such rubbish?
"You must, dear Estelle," he said to me, "All princesses must be educated some, along with the expected lessons on royal etiquette. After all, no king will have an illiterate princess take the throne after he abdicates." He tells me that everyday.
"I needn't be reminded, Daddy," I replied, getting ready to pout. "I know very well what is best for me."
"Then why will you not agree to it? You're fifteen now, Estelle! Before long you will be wed, and accept the duty as queen. I do not wish to leave you unprepared for the task." He was becoming quite exasperated.
I, for one, do not see any purpose for schooling. I'm a princess. And I don't want a lady to tutor me! Nothing could possibly be more humiliating.
"I won't," I said defiantly, crossing my arms. Daddy took a large breath, then exhaled.
"Estelle, do listen to me," he pleaded. "I am sure you'll have a splendid time with your tutor."
"No." He sighed, then stood up.
"Very well then. But you will still meet with the tutor. No more will be said."
Fine. I don't care. I shall run away. I shall go far from the castle and stay until he sends a servant to look for me. He'll beg me to come back, and I'll make him promise never to offer such an awful idea ever again. That will show him!