All the fault of conversations with skygiants
after seeing Wonderland
When I was offered the chance to become a princess, I instead picked up a sword and chainmail and became a knight. Wearing blue and white, I rode at the side of the king for many years, defending the land of Astrya from all who tried to conquer us. My deeds were brave and numerous and the name of Sir Eleanor became known throughout the land.
Many years later, after twenty one hours of instense physical work, I brought Ivy into the world. The first thing this naked little troublemaker did was to poop all over my stomach, but I was too exhausted to do anything other than laugh in love and relief and hold her for as long as the midwife would let me.
Two days later, I threw a brand new pastel unicorn on to the already growing pile of toys she was too young to see yet and opened up an envelope to reveal another bubblegum pink card someone had bought in time to make the first class post. Inside, Ivy's second cousin had written 'welcome to the family's newest little princess' and drawn a star with a crown on it. It joined the sea of pink on the mantlepiece a second before the tumbledryer stopped and the first post-nap waking up sounds could herald the coming of the afternoon's frst feed-me scream.
Sir Eleanor had another monarch to serve.
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