The Fanatic Princess Pretends To Not Be A Fan

Okay, gather 'round, folks, because I have a story for you. It's about Princess Anya, or as I like to call her, the 'Queen of Denial' – at least when it comes to her *secret* obsession.

See, Princess Anya, outwardly, is the epitome of royal grace. Poised, elegant, knows which fork to use (which, let's be honest, is a superpower in itself). But beneath the tiara and perfectly coiffed hair, lurks a fangirl of epic proportions. And her object of affection? The intergalactic pop sensation, Cosmo Blast.

Yes, Cosmo Blast. Think a bedazzled Elvis Presley meets a sentient nebula. His songs are catchy, his dance moves are...well, let's just say they involve a lot of shimmering and interpretive hand gestures. He’s *huge* in the galaxy, but especially amongst the young royals (apparently ruling a planet can get boring).

The Art of Pretending

Here's where it gets hilarious. Anya *refuses* to admit she's a fan. Utterly, completely, denies any knowledge beyond, "Oh, Cosmo Blast? Isn't he that...musician fellow?" Said with the same tone you'd use to describe a particularly dusty old tapestry.

It's a performance worthy of an Oscar. A masterclass in faux-disinterest. I once saw her almost choke on a cucumber sandwich when someone casually mentioned Cosmo Blast’s new album. She recovered admirably, of course, blaming it on "a bit of errant cucumber skin." Right. Cucumber skin that makes you turn bright purple and start sweating glitter (probably).

The funny thing is, everyone knows. Her royal guard hums Cosmo Blast tunes. The palace staff secretly places posters of Cosmo Blast inside her closets. Even the royal corgis have little Cosmo Blast collars. The universe is screaming "SHE'S A FAN!", but Anya just keeps on pretending.

The Evidence (Oh, the Evidence!)

Let's delve into some of the *irrefutable* evidence of Anya's Cosmo-mania, shall we? Prepare to be amazed:

1. The Secret Room: Allegedly, there's a hidden room behind Anya's library (disguised, naturally, as a bookshelf – classy!), filled with Cosmo Blast memorabilia. We're talking signed guitars (or whatever intergalactic equivalent guitars are), limited-edition action figures, and enough shimmering fabric to clothe an entire planet. My sources (a particularly chatty palace gardener) tell me it's intense.

2. The "Business Trip": Last year, Anya took a "business trip" to a planet conveniently located right next to Cosmo Blast’s final tour stop. Coincidence? I think not! She claimed it was to negotiate trade agreements for exotic space turnips. Space turnips, people! Come on!

3. The Birthday Cake: Her last birthday cake? Shaped like Cosmo Blast's spaceship. Her excuse? It was "a tribute to intergalactic travel." Sure, Anya. And I'm the Queen of Mars.

4. The Royal Decree (that never happened…officially): Rumor has it, a royal decree was drafted – then mysteriously vanished – mandating that every royal subject must listen to at least one Cosmo Blast song per day for "cultural enrichment." Anya denies any knowledge of this, naturally. But I bet the royal scribes had a good laugh.

Why the Secrecy?

So, why all the secrecy? Why the elaborate charade? Well, my theory is a few things.

Firstly, she's a princess! She's supposed to be dignified and regal. Being a screaming fangirl isn't exactly considered 'regal' behaviour. It's hard to negotiate treaties with alien dignitaries when you're wearing a Cosmo Blast t-shirt under your formal gown.

Secondly, maybe it’s just fun for her. A little rebellion against the stuffy expectations of royal life. A way to keep her sanity in a world of endless galas and diplomatic dinners.

Thirdly, and this is just my wildest speculation, maybe she's afraid Cosmo Blast wouldn’t like *her* for *her*. Maybe she thinks he wouldn’t be interested in a "stuffy princess" and she wants to maintain some image of normalcy.

The Moral of the Story?

Ultimately, Anya's "I'm totally not a fan" act is endlessly entertaining. It's a reminder that even princesses can be dorks, even royalty can have guilty pleasures. And sometimes, the most fun is in pretending you're not enjoying something, when you are *completely* obsessed with it.

So next time you see Princess Anya, just remember the shimmering fabric, the secret room, and the space turnips. And maybe, just maybe, slip her a Cosmo Blast lyric. See if you can get a reaction. I dare you!