Her monarchy

When the grand duchess had told Erika she would be Queen of the Butterflies, she did not initially understand it so literally. From butterfly themed decor, clothing, diet, and yes, even mannerisms, the naive girl had been swindled into a most curious position. "You shall never want for anything," the older woman had told her with a hint of pride. "Of course, that is assuming a young thing such as yourself is willing and prepared to follow every stipulation in the contract to the letter." Erika had skimmed through the document in front of her, only catching such rules as being dressed and ready by sunrise and have turned in for bed by sundown, and also maintaining a completely vegan diet, at least half of which would consist of only liquids. "What exactly is the purpose of my occupation, again?" Erika stammered. She had been growing more and more nervous the further down her contract she read. "Simply to be!" The duchess exclaimed with joy. "You did answer favorably when asked about several of the lepidopteran species we keep here in the gardens, and you also assured you were perfectly fine with a strict environment, is that not correct?" Now, walking through the gardens in her exuberant get-up, Erika felt slightly more at ease. She did need the money after all, and some might say she had landed a dream job that required playing a small role and looking pretty. Erika only wished she knew more about her employer's intentions, whether that be the duchess's or perhaps someone else's. She could not shake the feeling they were merely having her perform for their amusement.