Ash, there seemed to be a lot of ash around you. Your clothes were singed, the bed around you was smoldering, and you could only stare to your side as you didn't have a lot of strength anywhere. Your hand felt your body and it was soft and plump like a baby... That was what you were and that delusional man's warnings were about right? That you had turned into a baby because of some sort of phoenix magic. One would've thought that the ashes probably would've caused coughing or something, but the heat was pretty comforting... Still you had your wits about you and needing someone to find you. Well you did what a baby does.
A maid came in and gasped saying "What in the bloody hells..." as she saw her princess... well she was still a princess, but she was a baby with only a tuft of hair. Said hair was less red now and more looked like fire, but it was still red in a sense. She thought out loud "I have to tell the... and..." she went to you and calmly picked you up wrapped in the non-burnt part of your bed's linens. The king and queen hearing about this was happy and thought about starting some sort of propaganda campaign. On your part though while basically every freedom you had was taken away everything was very comfortable. Everything very warm, and while you hadn't been attracted to breasts in a long time It was a treat to suckle on a wet-nurse again. You were given a younger one too, with a nice plump breast not yet too saggy and very soft to the touch. Someone there to clean you by hand as delicately as a glass figurine, and someone looking out for you. For the next couple of years your life will be amazing as you let all the servants pamper you. You fell asleep for another time as you wondered when the next time you'd have to actually do something would be.