The Glittering Princess

"My, my... looks like our princess has really grown up," Nanny said fondly as she gently combed my hair for the banquet.

"Huh?" I blinked up at Nanny, confused, then glanced at the mirror.

Before I could even process it, Marella, standing nearby, clutched her chest dramatically and wailed, "I can't believe today she turns four... and soon she'll turn twenty-four... and get married... I can't believe our little princess is growing up so fast!"

WHAT?!

I whipped my head toward her, almost knocking the comb out of Nanny's hands.

Hey! I'm just FOUR years old! Calm down, woman!

Still, when I peered into the mirror again... I had to admit, maybe they had a point. I did look a little taller. And... undeniably more beautiful. Maybe... this was the effect of the elf-blood in me? Elves were tall, right? And pretty?