She was anything but a typical princess she would take fiery political arguments and sneaking out to loud, rowdy concerts over mild polite conversation any day, and more than anything she despised elaborate formal functions – or at least she assumed she did, having refused to ever attend one. ‘You could at least look at the brochure!’ she snapped, snatching the newspaper from her father’s fingertips.Īlexander was forced to look up at his daughter.Įleanor had always been a challenging child. Once Alexander was sure she was a reasonable distance down the hall, and safely away from any domestic outbursts, he looked back down at his newspaper and said, ‘My answer is no.’Įleanor let out an exasperated screech and stamped her foot. The large double doors closed behind her, creaking softly as she eased them shut. ‘Of course, Your Majesty.’ Edwina expertly stacked the crumb-covered trays and exited the dining hall with a skilled smoothness, her feet barely making a sound on the oak flooring. ‘ Edwina –’ he gestured to their maid – ‘would you kindly take the empty plates to the kitchen, please?’ ‘Even Mum agrees with me.’Īlexander remained firmly fixated on his newspaper, feigning an image of complete composure. This was not the parental solidarity King Alexander had been hoping for. ‘She does have a point, Alex,’ she said amiably, delicately dropping a lump of sugar into her teacup and stirring it slowly while stifling a smile. I think the teeny-tiny decision of which school I attend is something I am capable of managing myself.’Īlexander looked up at his wife, Queen Matilde, who was sitting across the table from him. ‘I am next in line for the Maravish throne.
‘I am going to this school!’ Eleanor slammed the brochure on the table with a loud thwack, causing the cups of breakfast tea to wobble on top of their saucers.Īlexander Wolfson didn’t even look up from his newspaper to reply. Princess Eleanor Prudence Wolfson, sole heir of King Alexander Wolfson and next in line for the throne of Maradova, did not live in one of these spaces, nor was she one of these people, but she was in desperate need of both. Lottie is thrust into the real world of royalty – a world filled with secrets, intrigue and betrayal. Her book, Undercover Princess is about a fairy tale obsessed Lottie Pumpkin who starting at the infamous Rosewood Hall, where she was not expecting to share a room with the Crown Princess of Maradova, Ellie Wolf. It was at university that Connie started her hugely successful YouTube channel Noodlerella (named after her favourite food and favourite Disney princess). Connie Glynn has always loved writing and wrote her first story when she was 6 with her mum at a typewriter acting as the scribe.
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