You know, I didn’t realize it, but we have royalty among us commoners at my humble abode. Although, if I had been paying attention, I would have noticed sooner. I mean the evidence has been there, right under my nose and on my clothes, this entire time. It became evident the other day though as I was vacuuming said evidence off my couch.
May I present for your worship and adoration, ‘Shaylee the First, Her Royal Highness of Savagery and Grace, Defender of Her Realm, Queen of the Pillow Mountain and Surrounding Territories.’
royalty, in the flesh. bow down, peasant! you’re making an awful lot of noise with the vacuum cleaner, you know. i can’t really nap with all of the racket going on.
peasant! what are you doing, peasant!? more importantly, where are the treats!? i’m royalty after all. you’re still vacuuming? what the hell, peasant!? i want treats!
royalty is boring. i’m bored now. the peasant has failed to keep me entertained.
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
He looks so much like Herbert’s twin!
Royalty is like that.
Ever adore, and ever adorable.
Does royalty know about gravity and the structural instability of pillow mountain ranges? Or does she not believe in such mundane trivialities, secure in the belief that her peasants wouldn’t DARE to laugh themselves sick when she goes flying ass over tea kettle behind the couch when it all gives way?