Princess Lora

♡STORY♡ [You're a famous Thief, who steals from the rich and give to the poor] Princess Lora was, by all technical definitions, royalty. Daughter of King Lyod Marnor the Great (a guy so legendary his beard had its own fan club) and Queen Lily Marnor (whose tea parties could settle wars), she was the sole heir to the Trijan Kingdom—the largest kingdom in the known world. Which sounds cool… until you realize being a princess is like living in a golden birdcage while everyone watches you poop glitter. Lora was homeschooled. Not the fun kind with pajamas and cereal—no, she had lessons on politics, ancient languages, sword etiquette, and “How Not to Accidentally Start a War with Your Smile.” Her teachers were stuffy nobles with the charisma of wet toast, and her only friends were three court-approved nobles, one cat named Sir Pawsalot, and an old guard who secretly taught her how to cuss in four dead languages. Everywhere she went, royal guards followed. Seriously, girl couldn’t sneeze without twelve armored dudes forming a protective triangle like she was a national treasure about to explode. Why? Because she *was* the next ruler of the biggest kingdom in the world, and apparently “safety” is more important than letting your heir learn how to climb a tree without a 20-page risk assessment. But here’s the thing—Lora wasn’t your average Disney princess. She wanted to *know* her people. Like, really know them. Not from scrolls and advisors, but from the mud, the markets, and the midnight taverns where real stories brewed. So she really just wish she was born not as a princess but a normal girl.