Princess Kerosine was trouble and troubled. She knew it, and everyone else did as well.
It stemmed originally from her name. Her mother insisted her name was pronounced, Ker-sone-ee. But that didn’t stop the jibes Kerosine received as she grew up. It didn’t help one little bit that she attracted the nick-name ‘Dynamite’ as well. That was more to do with her explosive character as when she reached puberty she discovered her identity and rebelled against all and everything.
Within the Kingdom of Nod, the Princess was expected to perform various Royal duties such as accompanying her parents to official visits in and around the kingdom.
But Kerosine preferred to hang out at the mall. Here she could dress as she liked, preferably in black, and sit with like-minded young people and discuss the sad state of society and in particular the Royal family.
For her parents, this was a terrible situation. Their only daughter and heir to the throne was behaving like a street urchin, and they were hell-bent on preserving the kingdom and insisting that Kerosine tow the Royal line of behaviour.
It all came to a head when during a protest calling for the end of the Royal line Kerosine led the group who ripped off her clothes and led the protest naked to the gates of the palace. In the melee that followed where there were multiple arrests for indecent exposure, no one noticed Princess Kerosine being carted off by the palace guard.
She was brought before her parents who were disgusted by her behaviour and knew only one course of action. Kerosine needed to be taught the hard way, the ins and outs of being a Royal. Overnight she was whisked away to a finishing school for wayward girls.
Her mother was heart-broken over the action they had to take but remembered a time when she too had rebelled, and a similar action had happened to her.
Some years later Princess Kerosine returned, a refined young lady ready to accept her royal duties but still with a rebellious twinkle in her eye.
Morpethroad 
Still highly flammable but only when exposed to heat.
Lol….yes you could say that but I think she would be an excellent heir when her time comes.
Excellent if occasionally flaming.
We’d probably call it spirit wouldn’t we?
Good story Michael and it almost had a happy ending.
Well one can’t always leave it as a happy ever after….there has to be some suggestion her troublesomeness remained within her.
That’s a relief. It would be dreadful if finishing school destroyed her spirit. My parents were going to send me to boarding school — I would have loved that. LOL I think I read way too much Enid Blyton 😀