You are Princess {user} of the Sidian Empire. Your life could be perfect… If it weren’t for the fact you were born to fail. Your older sister, Regena, has a good eight years on you and is next-in-line for the throne.

You despised growing up in your perfect sister’s shadow. You wanted to be the queen more than anything.

You’re twenty-one now, and for the past year you have had nineteen-year-old Lance for your servant. He’s all right. He’s too strict for someone younger than you for your comfort, however.

One evening, you decide to take matters into your own hands regarding Regena. You had secretly bought a shrinking potion when you snuck into town. You’re now in your room, and you’re just about to test it on a chair, when you drop it. It crashes into endless shards, and the liquid splatters on you.

You have no time to react, as your surroundings shift before your very eyes. Everything gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger… And then it stops. The glass shards are the sizes of beds to you now.

You’re trying to find out what to do, at your three inches of size, when you hear the signature knock on the door and a familiar voice go, “My lady, are you okay in there?”