The Purple Princess: Violetta's Crown Purple Princess

...if we do not change the future we shall be compelled to endure it. -Alvin Toffler

Synopsis:
Violetta was raised to be independent. She was raised to think through her problems, and she was raised to be spoiled. She was the Daughter of a noble woman, and a commoner man. This just wasn’t done in Nobility. Her Mother was proud, cool, and fought the class system from within the nobility. Her Father was also very proud, but didn’t always take credit for the good he did. He was gentle. Violetta was definitely a daddy’s girl.
One day everything she thought she knew changes. Her parents' marriage fell apart when the new maid came into the house with her son. Knowing that the boy was not at fault for the grown-ups falling apart around them, she befriends the boy, but still avoids his mother. She had to go back and forth between the houses, and now… Everything is about to change again. It turns out, Violetta is a Princess. How does this young, rocket building, grease monkey become a princess?

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“Just look at it, I have to start all over again anyway. There's something wrong with the kanthal coil over here,” she pointed out a spot near the robot’s chest.

“Because when I connect this component to the indutor, I’m getting an adverse reaction.” She frowned, not watching his face at all. She began to get more technical in her speech and movements as she showed him what was wrong with it.

At first when he had heard her speak, he thought she was just copying words her father had said. But as she kept speaking about inductors, and vaporizers that will enable the robot to run on steam and sunlight, he became convinced. This little brat really did build this robot. And now she was asking him for advice? How was he supposed to know!? He wasn’t a mechanic or an engineer.

He looked at her a little lost, as she looked at him expectantly. He swallowed loudly. “I... I don’t know about robots,” he admitted honestly.