Friday, January 23, 2015

the lucky ones

We are the lucky ones. We walk the halls of court in silk and feathers, hidden by intrigue and tales of scandal. Our true lives are so hidden behind veils of glimmering satin that we are like dolls, acting out the wishes of a capricious monarch whose interests are diplomacy and connections. Our honor is nothing, the honor of the dynasty: everything. We learn early that is is wiser to never fall in love than to set our affections on a dream that will never materialize. For we are little more than pawns in a king’s game of chess, daughters of a destiny that we can not control. Our lives have nothing to do with luck, and everything to do with the mind of a king, and yet we are the lucky ones, for we know nothing of poverty and privation. We know nothing of need. We know only a life of pearls and lilies. We are the lucky ones.