Then she murmured in her sleep: "But I want the bigger pony..."

In sleep, the pout was gone. The furrowed brow of a spoiled seven-year-old billionaire had relaxed. She looked almost... innocent. Almost.

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For once, the gilded palace was silent. No demands, no tantrums, no tantrum-throwing tantrums about not getting her way. Princess Morbucks lay sprawled across her king-sized, diamond-encrusted bed, a silk pillow pressed against her cheek. Her golden hair, usually perfect in ringlets, fanned messily over the satin sheets. One glittery pink slipper had fallen to the floor; the other dangled from her toes.