You decide you need to at least to try and attempt to dress yourself.

You walk over to your huge immaculately designed wardrobe and look at the dresses for a moment.

Thankfully princesses don't wear pants... otherwise you might just try and jump two legs at a time into them.

You pick out a crushed velvet pink ball gown with gold bells and sparkling pink sapphires beading into the bodice.

Pretty.

This is a lot harder then you think it will be. You remember certain things like skirts go on first for example but when it gets to lacing your bodice (top) you stand with your hands extended out to the side waiting to be laced up by.... no one.

You then realise no one is there and attempt to lace the bodice up yourself, which is rather difficult. You finally accomplish the job (it is in no way perfect as you are always expected to be). You look at yourself in the full length mirror.

You think to yourself  "Something is missing"

You attempt to put your hair into a regal bun but it turns out more like a rat's nest with some glitzy pins in it. You then paste makeup onto your face, bright pink lips, dark pink eyeshadow is layered on all the way up to your eyebrows and your blush is a hideous mauve.

You look again in the mirror, you are a sight to behold and not in the good way.

Dress, hair, makeup all a mess.

You walk out the door and realise you have no idea where to go. You just get led to your destination most days by your hand maidens.

Do you go north or south?