The world was warm. The sun was shining. The grass was soft beneath my chubby hands, and my ball—my very favorite ball—was right in front of me.
It had little golden stars on it, which made it the most beautiful thing I owned. I gave it a gentle tap with my royal fingers. It rolled away.
Marella hurried to pick up my ball and placed it back in my lap with a smile. "Here you go, Princess."
"Tha-woo..."
Well, I wanted to say thank you. That was definitely my intention. My royal gratitude was meant to be conveyed in the most elegant way possible. But, alas, my baby mouth had other plans.
Marella, however, nodded knowingly, as if I had spoken in the most sophisticated of tongues.
"Yes, yes, Princess, you're very welcome," she said, looking absolutely delighted.
Ah, a true lady-in-waiting, one who understands the depths of my brilliance without me needing to say much.
