u/SpoiledPrincessSera

I know I’m bratty. I know I’m spoiled. I act stuck up, demanding, dramatic, and impossible on purpose half the time because it’s just who I am. I like attention, I like getting my way, and I absolutely will test your patience.

But secretly? I want someone who can actually handle me. Someone who won’t fold the second I start acting like a little princess. Someone confident enough to tease me, bully me, call me out, put me in my place, and take charge when I’m being insufferable.

I want that push and pull when im acting like a spoiled brat, and someone who knows exactly how to deal with it instead of worshipping me for it.

If you’re soft, easily manipulated, or afraid to be mean back.

Give me tasks, rules and bully me.

And yes, I will still be a brat about it.

Apparently “being obnoxious and bratty” was the final straw before her scheduled evening off.

So now I, the beautiful Royal Highness has been informed that if I “cannot behave like a responsible princess” I am required to either:

Find a babysitter willing to supervise me while she’s gone

or

Establish strict household rules to prevent “another incident.”

Which is deeply unfair, because I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

It's EXTREMELY judgmental just because I occasionally wake up in soaked sheets and then pretend the servants caused it somehow... Which they totally did btw.

Anyway.

If anyone wishes to apply for the highly prestigious position of Temporary Royal Babysitter, please do me.

Alternatively, if you want to help out my maid in this situation, what rules would you leave for an irresponsible, bedwetting princess with absolutely no self-control?

Please keep in mind I am very delicate and should probably not be bullied too hard.

…unless I deserve it.

My maid woke me up from my perfectly innocent afternoon nap and discovered that, yes, there had been a tiny little accident. Which she reacted to as though the kingdom itself had fallen. You would have thought I personally flooded the royal chambers on purpose with the way she carried on.

Instead of handling it discreetly like a maid should, she crossed her arms, gave me That Look, and informed me that I am apparently “too spoiled to take responsibility for myself.” Excuse me?? I am literally a princess. Being spoiled is part of the job description.

Now she’s threatening to put me back in diapers because she says I “can’t be trusted with silk sheets anymore,” and she keeps mentioning “corrective punishments” in that unbearably calm voice she uses when she thinks she’s winning.

She even had the audacity to say I looked “very cute and very guilty” standing there half-awake and pouting while she stripped the bed. Which is NOT the point.

And now she wants outside opinions.

Please do NOT encourage her. Do not tell her stricter rules would help. Do not give her punishment ideas. And absolutely do not tell her the diaper idea is “appropriate,” because her ego is already impossible to live with.

She has been smirking at me ALL evening and calling me “Your Royal Wetness.”

I hate it here. 👑