Princess Alice Stuart had a person she loved very, very, very much and had to hold while sleeping every night. Her name was Anna.
[Why did I transmigrate to another world only to become a doll?]
[My wish to be held by a cute girl every night did come true, at least...]
The girl undressed her and put her in new clothes... left her on the bed while she went out... held her as she slept... And so it went, over and over...
[How boring.]
Eight years passed. Fortunately, she was pretty durable, and still hadn't ended up in the trash.
Then one day
"I... Anna... can move... Why...?"
The doll-like, adorable girl stretched out her arms, now warm to the touch, and gently hugged the master who had always held her, fast asleep...
"Anna... is Her Highness the Princess's... maid, Anna..."
The door opened, and a golden-haired, violet-eyed girl walked in stiffly. Like a baby imitating an adult's speech, she spoke haltingly.
