Ivee smiled, listening to the queen while she dug into the small ice box that held that day's meat offerings to pull out some poultry. "It was a different world," she agreed. "I'm sure it was even different for people in Castle Town than us here. But I don't think that sounds too spoiled, not when one stops to think about where you grew up. Someone wanting a lot of clothes that look a certain way when they know it's not possible, or aren't willing to put in the work to have that, out here? Yes, I agree that that would be spoiled."
She gave the queen a warm smile. "But you don't sound like you're demanding all of that just because you're the queen, and it doesn't sound to me like you're digging your heels in and refusing to adapt to a new situation. That's the exact opposite of spoiled. Sounds to me more like what happens when anyone new to us moves in: there's always a bit of a shock, moving from one lifestyle to another."
She kept talking while she worked. "It takes a little while to adjust to new living situations. Heck, even when a couple get married and even just one of them moves to a different house to live together, there's an adjustment period. New rules to get used to, and new rules to make so everyone can live together without everyone involved being miserable. Just takes time and patience."
Then she stopped and glanced towards the open door. "And just between us ladies, I'm not sure men understand what it's like to need clothes to reflect who we are the way women do. Maybe it's just the men around here, but I know that Sophie and I both wonder why we seem to be the only ones in town that have to have specific clothes to feel like ourselves." She smiled. "So if that makes a body a spoiled queen, you've got two competitors for your throne. And since I'm pretty sure there's not a drop of any sort of special blood in either Sophie or I, it makes more sense to me that that's not a sign of being spoiled either."