Princess Peach Toadstool, Monarch of the Mushroom Kingdom and Blue-Baller Extraordinaire

If Mario was going to start with anyone, it was going to be the person responsible for all of his adventures to begin with: Princess Peach Toadstool. Mario tapped butt of his pen on the Note as he thought of the perfect entry. The rules stated that complex entries were possible, and he wanted to take advantage of that to its fullest. Mario also wanted to make sure that his entry wouldn’t be too out of character for her. If he made her behavior too outlandish too soon, her servants, the Toads, would catch on and think that she was being mind-controlled. Well, they would be right, but Mario’s fun would end right there.

Mario smirked for a moment. It never occurred once in his mind until now that what he was doing might be unethical. Was he becoming a villain? Well, if using a magical Tome of Fantasies to forcibly make people fuck was a villainous action, then Mario felt okay with that. Was he not owed something like this after everything he had sacrificed for this kingdom? It was certainly better than dying a virgin hero.

But back to Mario’s original thought: his entry on the Princess should be in character for her but also test the full limits of the Grimoire. He tapped his pen some more as he thought about the Princess. She maintained the image of a “pure” princess quite well, but Mario knew that this was only a façade propped up by her air-headed nature. She was no fool, by any means; the Mushroom Kingdom would’ve fallen long ago without Bowser’s intervention if that were the case. When it came to managing her Kingdom, Princess Peach was flawless, even in regards to its finances. It was quite possibly the most prosperous nation in the world, second only to Hyrule. But in every other matter, Peach was, well, clueless. She even thought she was Bowser Jr.’s mother for a while, a lie that even Bowser’s scion didn’t believe.

Mario stopped tapping his pen. He could use that characteristic of hers to his advantage. The crimson-coated plumber chuckled to himself quietly as he wrote down his entry:

“Princess Peach Toadstool of Mushroom Kingdom,”
“Shall absentmindedly strip a single article of clothing every time she wishes to leave a chamber in her Castle. For the purposes of argument, ‘pairs’ of clothing, such as gloves or socks, shall count as a single article of clothing. She will take off clothing in the order that she deems most appropriate for maintaining her modesty. If she enters a chamber that contains an article of clothing that she has already stripped off, she may put it back on, but must still strip an article of clothing before leaving that chamber.
“If anyone asks her as to what she is doing or why she is doing it, she is to answer in a manner most befitting her personality and whatever she thinks would put that’s individual’s mind at ease. At no point will she believe that what she is doing is implicitly wrong, and any beliefs or doubts that crosses her mind or are told to her will be forgotten as she crosses the threshold of the next chamber.
“She will do this until she has stripped herself of all articles of clothing, at which point she will walk in a brisk pace to the audience chamber in the shortest but most heavily populated route. At no point will she be deterred from reaching her destination, using her authority as Princess if necessary. She will march into that audience chamber naked even if her father himself were sitting on the throne.”

Mario had added that last sentence for embellishment. The good King Toadstool had been dead and buried for years, but the Princess respected the man very much, up to the point that she adamantly refused to take up the mantle of Queen even after all this time. Doing so would’ve been admitting that he was well and truly gone. Or at least, that may have been the case before. Nowadays, Mario suspected that Peach kept the tradition going for political clout more than anything else. But it would be more than enough to convince even the worrywart Toadsworth not to butt in and stop her.

Mario then scribbled down another quick paragraph, closed and put the Note and pen in his overall pocket, and went into the Castle to admire his handiwork.