I can't believe a year has passed already since I, Princess Lavinia Devereux—the youngest (and arguably most powerful) royal in the Elarion Empire—issued my first royal decree.
And now I am already five.
Nothing much happened until after my first royal decree. No wars. No banquets. Just me playing, sleeping, eating, and repeating.
But lately… I've felt different. Heavier, even. Could be the winter blankets. Or gravity. Maybe the world just got heavier, and it's not me. Yes. That makes sense.
Anyway, it was one of those mornings. The sun shone bright, the birds were chirping like they were in some kind of singing competition, and the palace halls were too peaceful—like something suspicious was about to happen.
"Up we go, my princess~" Nanny cooed in her usual morning-has-arrived-and-you-have-no-choice tone, scooping me up like I weighed nothing. (Which I definitely do. Nothing. Not a single gram more than last year. Probably.)
