Day Seventy-One And A Half
Dear Diary,
When we last left my life, I was about to launch my tricky revenge on the snotty elves who’ve been avoiding me begin a lighthearted prank in order to chat with my standoffish subjects.
My guards wait by the golden doors to my court chamber.
This is happening.
“Let’s begin,” I command.
Moving in unison, the guards heave the doors wide open. “Hear ye! Hear ye! Queen Calla now holds her second formal court. All noble elves may enter and be heard.”
I cup my hand by my mouth. “Guys, you’re forgetting the best part.” I gesture toward the mountain of tiny silk bags that sit in the center of the floor.
“Right,” say the guards in unison. “Free bags of fairy dust!”
Staring at the opened doors, I brace myself for the onslaught. Any second now, a horde o
