Princess Georgia had found a sort-of fairy godmother. She wasn't magic, just a sweet voice really, always trying to keep the Princess company while she trembled in her hiding spot.
"Just breathe, Princess. Oh, breathe. This will pass. It will! So just hold on, just a little longer. You can do it, I believe in you. You're doing so good, Georgia. You are being so brave and so strong. This will end, and we will have survived yet again," the voice coddled.
Princess was scrambling around her hideaway for magic potions. She was scrambling around her mind, remembering that she didn't eat anything funny tonight, she didn't upset anyone, she'd done nothing to deserve such an attack tonight.
"I know it's hard to accept ownership of such a retched thing, but this is your body, and the Monster only wants you. It's unfair, it's so unfair, but we will figure it out. We will find a way to banish this Monster for good, so that you may finally grow to be the Princess you are meant to be. This one will pass soon. You can unclench your teeth and loosen the grip on your poor little stomach. You can let go now.."
She's a very level-headed voice, nearly motherly. She knows the truth, and helps convince the Princess to push on through, and never surrender to such a beast. But Princess Georgia can't see this protector.. She cannot rest her head in this soft voice's lap, a voice cannot stroke her shoulders until she falls asleep. She also can't grant wishes for the Princess.
She's not an ideal Fairy Godmother, but all Georgia can do, is listen, and trust.
In case it isn't obvious, this is actually a story about me talking to myself. lol
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