Amber seems to be writing something while she moves Kelly

While Lazaro said he wouldn’t get tired, Kelly was grateful that he wouldn’t be standing motionless for hours on end waiting for Amber to wake.

That said, when he returned to consciousness being moved to a different miniature scene, it took a moment to remember what had happened to him.

Lady Amber had him and the prince doll set to the side of the scene, largely unposed, but with Kelly’s hand delicately placed over his faux bosom.

Amber herself was holding a book, quill in hand as she scribbled away at something, muttering to herself.

“Prince Harken had…fallen for the mysterious girl on the balcony…and the pair danced until the moon was high in the sky. Harken declared his love for her at the night’s apex, sealing their bond with a kiss til morn.” Was she writing a story? Was that supposed to be what happened in the diorama?

Kelly would gulp if he could. This was more than just playing with dolls. He’d been cast as the lead heroine in a stage play for one, and the screenwriter was quite the romantic.

Amber chewed on the quill’s end before setting it down and moving over to him. Kelly felt helpless as he was lifted by the waist and moved to a new scene. This one was modeled to look like a bridge crossing a small body of water.

His skirt’s end was lifted into his fingertips of one hand, while the other was held out demurely and it only took a second to realize that was so it could be rested on Prince Harken’s arm. It was a sickeningly sweet scene of the princess being escorted by her new love to the gardens.

To Kelly’s surprise though, another figure was added to the scene. A gardener, with flowers in her hair and a large apron over her dress was placed at the edge of a shrub.

“The girl was beautiful and charmed Harken inside and out. He called upon her every day and even his servants could seen the change.” Amber said aloud as she wrote. “‘His majesty is smitten. It’s only a matter of time until he calls for her to be his wife.’ His gardener Lucy would tell the maids.”

Kelly felt his heart drop. Wife?

Amber’s stoic expression broke once again as a gleeful smile broke out on her face.

“Lady Amber.” A maid’s voice called through the door. “Breakfast.”

Amber paused, glancing from her book to the door before letting a sigh out. She closed the book and dropped the quill into its place at her desk.

“Coming.” Amber pulled her shawl over her head and opened the door.

“Good morning, my lady,” the maid’s voice was clearer. “You look rather cheerful today.”

Amber’s voice was its usual monotone. “Thank you. I just made a breakthrough on my book. Lazaro brought me a new doll and I got inspired. Her name is-“

Amber’s voice was cut off by the shutting of the door, a motion just forceful enough to cause the shelf Kelly was on to shake. Posed as he was, it was enough for both Kelly and the doll of the prince to fall to the ground.

Pop!

“O-ow!” Kelly whined lifting his hand to rub where the back of his head had hit the wooden floor of the shelf.

W-wait! His arm! He could move!

Kelly sat upright, pushing off the doll of the prince as he stumbled to his feet, albeit clumsily with his new high heels. “I-I can move again? What made that pop?”

The spell Lazaro had cast to immobilize his body had made a similar sound…had him hitting his head dispelled it?

Not waiting for an answer, Kelly hiked up his skirts and moved over to the edge of the shelf. Now, if he could get down, he could get out of-

Kelly yelped as he looked down. He’d forgotten how tiny he was now. The fall to the floor was tantamount to falling from the castle tower!

He stumbled back, looking around the set. There was nothing he could use, let alone wearing this dress. He tried to reach around, find a way to pull it off, but it was cinched so tightly and hugged his body so that he couldn’t even begin to remove it.

If he managed to get out of this and back to normal, he’d probably best leave this out of his tale of becoming a hero.