Elizabeth Gale marched around her family’s chambers in a foul mood. Her mother and father stood by as they watched her pace the floor of the sitting room.
“How dare she tell ME how to dress!” She screeched, “I’m the best-dressed girl in town back home! Aren’t I PaPa?” She asked as she looked at him with sad eyes and a quivering lip.
“Of course you are Precious!”
“I warned you against wearing purple, Elizabeth.” Her mother piped in.
“Honestly, if you expect to be Queen one day, you’ll have to get into Her Majesty’s good graces and do as she asks first. It’s bad enough that you never changed into proper attire and returned to her chambers. Anything worse than that, and we could get escorted of the premises!” Elizabeth threw herself on a nearby chaise, crossing her arms in front of her
