It Was She

When she realized she had not been invited to the baptism of the young princess she wasn't raging-she was humiliated. And even when she knew that showing up on the palace would only result in degrading herself further, she couldn't stop herself at the doors of her tower, like would have been prudent, and flied to the king's castle. And yet, it was she who cleaned and tidied up the castle, keeping it in optimum conditions, in wait for the princess' comeback. It was she, the old regretful fairy, the one who was forced to recognize that a human's heart was indeed different from a nymph's or a fairy's.

And yes, yes, it was she who cried in joy when the graceful princess opened her cerulean eyes and looked to her direction with gratefulness, even when the fairy had conjured the shadows to conceal her form.