No, her father had never told her that she was a princess when she'd been a little girl. Her father had barely endeavoured to notice that he even had children, never mind treat them well.
As soon as they'd been old enough he'd packed them off to school, as far away as possible, and knowing that they would almost never be back. Years had passed in that fashion, until their mother's untimely death.
It was the first time they'd been home for something other than Christmas in years, her funeral.
Her father had never called her a princess, never treated her like his child, and she learnt from his example.