She lived in a world of gold.
Luxury from the day she was conceived and plucked from her mother’s life tree.
That tree was at the center of the court, so tall that the tops could not be seen.
But her bud grew from the center with its spiced leaves and glittering branches.
Her dropping, her birth was announced with blaring horns, and she fell onto pillows of ermine.
Her soft shell cracked, and she emerged covered in a gold and silk blanket.
As she grew out of her pod, she was surrounded by her caretakers who catered to her, giving her only the sweetest, most succulent.
She was the new one.
She was a fairy tale within a fairy tale.