Nobody was really sure what had happened or how it had happened, but one day while the Queen was painting, she just disappeared. In her place was a small toddler who looked like her. The dress she wore was now way too big on her, so her tailor was scrambling to make clothes. For now, she was swaddled in a blanket, taking a nap. She cooed softly in her sleep, a maid holding her. She was sucking her thumb. The maid perked up when she spotted Love.” Ma’am. There’s, uh, there’s something you should know about My Queen. She’s been somehow turned into a baby. It’s the strangest thing.”