Then she murmured in her sleep: "But I want the bigger pony..."
In sleep, the pout was gone. The furrowed brow of a spoiled seven-year-old billionaire had relaxed. She looked almost... innocent. Almost. princess morbucks sleeping
Her mouth was slightly open, and she snored — not loudly, but with a soft, wheezy whistle, like a tiny, exhausted steam engine. Beside her, a half-empty bottle of imported sparkling water sat on a solid-gold nightstand, next to a tiara that had slipped down over one eye. Then she murmured in her sleep: "But I want the bigger pony
Here’s a short descriptive text based on your prompt: innocent
And just like that, the illusion shattered.
For once, the gilded palace was silent. No demands, no tantrums, no tantrum-throwing tantrums about not getting her way. Princess Morbucks lay sprawled across her king-sized, diamond-encrusted bed, a silk pillow pressed against her cheek. Her golden hair, usually perfect in ringlets, fanned messily over the satin sheets. One glittery pink slipper had fallen to the floor; the other dangled from her toes.
