((Owing your status and some arrangements with the royal family you've been chosen to be the advisor for princess Eleonore (19). It doesn't sound hard, but you're a 2.5 inches tall person living among normal people. You live inside a tiny house next to the princess's room, and now...))

...This was a new day. Through the window, you saw some passing maidens carring the princess laundry. All people was giant from your view, yet you knew they and the whole castle respected you —except for Eleonore. Speaking of which, you heared the twinkling sound from her handbell: she was calling for you.

From your place, you slid down and made your way to the giantess plush room. You saw her scattered heels over the floor, and then got a glimse of her: she was plopped over her four posted bed. Her raised arm waving the bell, as the other was laid over her face. What would this capricious girl want now?