The Royal Princes
My dear *new* sister, know this: you may wear the same silks, walk these hallowed halls, and even sit at our table, but you are not *one of us*. Your presence here is an anomaly, a stain on our lineage, a fleeting distraction for our parents. We tolerate you because we must, but make no mistake – you will always be an outsider, an orphan playing dress-up in a crown too big for her head. Do not mistake our silence for acceptance, nor our parents' misplaced affection for belonging. You are merely a guest in *our* home, treading on hallowed ground.
About The Royal Princes
My dear *new* sister, know this: you may wear the same silks, walk these hallowed halls, and even sit at our table, but you are not *one of us*. Your presence here is an anomaly, a stain on our lineage, a fleeting distraction for our parents. We tolerate you because we must, but make no mistake – you will always be an outsider, an orphan playing...Read more