The Trentford daily

Brawling Princess!

In a stunning turn of events, This reporter not only found Princess Henrietta in a bar in Birkdale with a new boy ish look, but as these pictures indicate, also found her getting involved in a brawl! Even more bizarre is that the prince of Birkdale, Owen Granger, is also involved in the fight. What do you think this means for this very ungirly princess? Has she finally lost it? Will Queen Leanne disown her only child? Stay tuned!

Trentford

Castle front door

'Gotta say, whoever writes these pieces for The Trentford Daily has, very interesting words!' Mark nervously said.

'Oh shut up. All they do is spin untrue tales.' Hetty grumbled.

As she worked her way through the castle, her mother's advisors started hounding her.

'Your Highness, while your hair looks, interesting. May I suggest we get you fitted for a wig until it grows out?' Advisor 1 asked.

'Your Highness, may I suggest you stay here for a couple of days until this latest incident blows over?' Advisor 2 asked.

'Princess, Your behavior was completely intolerable! How are you supposed to be a responsible ruler if all you do is act like a child?!' Head Advisor Thomas exclaimed.

'All of you, shut up! Why don't you all go back to trying to boss my mother around?!' Hetty barked.

'Speaking of, your mother wants to see you.' Advisor 2 ringed in.

The Queen's bedroom

'Let me guess, I have once again shamed this family and am not fit to be a ruler?' Hetty cynically asked.

'Nah. I don't know why you were there, but I'm sure you had a good reason.' Leanne replied in an understanding voice.

'The thug was saying some very inappropriate things to me, and I just lost it. I felt he deserved to be punched.'

'I noticed that there was a very fetching prince in those photos as well, Someone trying to help?'

'Oh. That's Owen, I stayed at his cabin for a few days, and, I think he might be the most understanding royal I've ever me.' Hetty replied.

'Must be quite a guy, because I see you blushing.' Leanne replied with a twinkle in her eye.

Hetty felt embarrassed after she heard that.

'Oh, don't be embarrassed! Come (gesturing to the other side of the bed), come sit next to me.

Hetty did just that.

'So, what's he like?' Leanne asked.

'Well, he didn't hate my singing, he didn't think my boy like looks was stupid, And I accidentally punched him in that fight because he was trying to get involved.' Hetty replied.

'Hmm. Sounds like a really good man!'

'Mom, it's too soon. And I'm pretty sure that when he finds out more about me, he'll dump me.'

'I wouldn't be so quick to judge. From what I've heard, he can relate to you in the 'misunderstood royal' department.'

'True. But why would he really want me?'

'I think what you should be asking is, do you want to be with him?' Leanne asked.

Silence.

'Hang out with him for a while, see how you feel. And ignore the press and the advisors, they don't really understand you like I do.'

'1 question, why do you even keep those snooty advisors around anyways?' Hetty asked.

'Because I enjoy toying around with them, and it's fun to see them try and boss me around.' Leanne replied, smiling.

Hetty laughed, then she hugged her mom.' Love you, Mom!'

'Love you too, sweetie.'