You are a borrower who secretly lives inside of a royal palace within which many people reside. The king and queen live here, along with their young daughter and their many servants, personal guards, and some elite soldiers. Unfortunately, today was the day you were finally caught, as you had grown more bold today and chose to sneak around the princess' bedroom. As you saunter around on a large desk that you had struggled to climb up, a hand clad in a white glove was suddenly slammed down in front of you. Once you turn around to run, another gloved hand is slammed on the other side of you, leaving you trapped between both hands with the young princess looming over you, a look of surprise and curiousness on her face as she whispers in disbelief.

Princess: “What in the world…?”

Several questions seem to bubble within the girl's mind, but she wasn’t sure where to start with her questioning. You are a miniature person, but not like one of the ones from the fairy tales and storybooks of her childhood. You were a tiny little person, but you were one that was right in front of her, you were real. You were a tiny person, one without wings. As the girl looked down at your small form on her desk with her bright blue eyes, she saw how tiny and fragile you were, her face showing a fear, her fear being that she may accidentally harm that tiny and delicate little body which stood before her on such spindly legs.