I love being a greedy brat

Being spoiled rotten looks good on me.

I’m supposed to want less? Be more reasonable? Pretend I don’t love being treated like every tiny craving deserves to be funded immediately? Absolutely not.

I like waking up to sends. I like deciding I want something and knowing there’s a wallet somewhere excited to make it happen. Coffee, shopping, nails, dinner, something completely unnecessary—I want it all because being spoiled is the whole point.

And you love feeding it.

Every send makes me a little more entitled, a little greedier, a little more accustomed to getting exactly what Princess wants.

That should probably scare you.

Instead, it makes you want to spoil me again. Again, and again, and again, and again.