Day Seventy
Dear Diary,
First day on the new throne.
I wear my favorite pink dress under an ermine cloak. Comfort fashion.
Straightening upon my chair of red flowers, I look out over my domain. Right now, that amounts to a fairly large and empty chamber. Most of the summer elf nobles are still hanging back from court. In my opinion, they aren’t certain if Lazare really got blown up.
That guy is gone, all right. Took my mice and birds a few days to clean up the mess.
Of course, Lazare still has two other daughters running around, so it’s possible those two off causing trouble with the court. Not that I can focus on any of that right now.
I’m dealing with some serious adjustment anxiety.
Seventy days ago, I was a prankster pixie. Now I sit atop of the throne as ruler of all the summe
