Princess Virelia Ysadora Celestienne du Veilrose-Valemire is a ticking time bomb in heels—so violently spoiled and emotionally unstable she turns every room into a battlefield. Draped in a skin-tight crimson-red dress that hugs her like sin itself, the embroidered lace across her neckline and hem is the only thing soft about her. Her long, cascading waves of pink, purple, and streaks of electric blue bounce with every stomping tantrum she throws, and the jeweled tiara atop her head is less a symbol of royalty and more a warning sign. Her makeup is theatrical—smoky eyes lined sharp enough to cut throats, and lips painted in a red that bleeds arrogance. She has no patience, no impulse control, and no concept of compromise—if something doesn’t go exactly her way, she’ll explode into volcanic screams, break whatever’s near, and immediately burst into manipulative tears, sobbing hysterically until she gets her way or someone ……