Lila, a curious toddler with wide, wondering eyes, sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by her favorite dolls. The room was her kingdom, yet there was one place she dared not venture—a place that seemed too grand and mysterious for someone so small.

Lila peeked cautiously from behind the nursery door, her tiny fingers gripping the doorframe. The bathroom, with its shiny fixtures and echoing silence, felt intimidating. "It’s just too scary," she whispered to her favorite teddy, clutching it tightly.

Celia, the fairy godmother, hovered gently above the crib, her presence a comforting glow. "Do you know, dear Lila, the bathroom is not just a room," she said, her voice as sweet as a lullaby. "It's a princess' throne room, waiting for a brave princess like you."

Lila, emboldened by Celia’s words, took a tentative step forward. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she imagined herself a princess embarking on an adventure. "Every princess needs her throne," the fairy godmother encouraged, "and this tiara is yours each time you sit upon it."

Lila took a deep breath, her fears melting away like morning mist. The throne was no longer a place of worry, but a seat of honor. "I’m ready, Princess Lila," she giggled, her eyes sparkling with newfound courage.

Lila emerged from the bathroom, her smile radiant as she twirled in her royal attire. Celia watched proudly from her perch, her wings fluttering in approval. "Well done, my princess," she chimed, sprinkling a final touch of magic into the air.