Queen Kiyra the Princess lives in a bright golden castle. She is gentle and brave. She wears a small crown and a soft silk dress. Every morning she walks in sunny halls. She smiles at the tall windows. She loves her little Doll. The Doll has a pale face, tiny hands, and a dress the same silver blue as the dawn sky. The Doll’s eyes shine like tiny stars. Queen Kiyra carries the Doll everywhere.
One day Queen Kiyra looked at her Doll and noticed the smallest button was gone. The dress had a little gap. She felt a small sad sigh slip out. She asked softly, “Where is your little button, Doll?” Doll could not speak, but Queen Kiyra could feel a quiet worry. The tiny space made a quiet echo inside her heart. She knew she must find the button.
Queen Kiyra knelt on the soft red rug in the playroom. She looked under the low wooden table. She looked behind the stack of storybooks. She looked under her own little chair. The castle was calm. The tall towers stood still against the blue sky. But no button appeared.
Queen Kiyra hopped forward. She reached the vase filled with bright flowers. She touched the smooth petals. She felt the sun warm her hand. There, in the petals, lay the tiny round button. It glimmered like a moon drop. Queen Kiyra gasped with joy. She cupped the button in her palm. It felt smooth and soft.
She ran to the play table and set the Doll down on a white cloth. She tied a small piece of fine thread around her finger. She took a tiny golden needle. Carefully she stitched the button back onto the Dress. Thump, thump, the thread wove through. Each tiny stitch made the dress whole again. Doll sat still and bright. Queen Kiyra cleaned her hands and gave the Doll a gentle bow.
Then Queen Kiyra lifted the Doll high in the air. She spun in a soft dance. Laughter bubbled up like gentle bells. Doll seemed to spin too. They sang a sweet little tune. They clapped their hands softly together. They felt their hearts glow like sunrise.
As the sun began to set, Queen Kiyra tucked the Doll into a small cradle by her bedside. She covered the Doll with a tiny blanket. She kissed the Doll’s smooth forehead and whispered goodnight. A warm breeze floated through the window. The stars shimmered and winked like happy eyes. Queen Kiyra smiled. She felt proud and bright.
At dawn the next day, Queen Kiyra awoke and hugged the Doll once more. The Dress had its button safely sewn on. Queen Kiyra knew that with patience and care, even the smallest problem can be solved. She felt brave, kind, and ready to help any friend in need.
And so Queen Kiyra the Princess and her dear Doll lived happily ever after, in their bright golden castle filled with laughter and light. They smiled together happily.