Royal Sarcasm
Volume 1: Sarcastic Royalty
By birth right, I am born neither a peasant nor a servant. I follow in the footsteps of a few individuals within the family circle, but that is mostly it.
What and who are they? Followers, too? Or leaders, perhaps? Whatever and whoever they are, I surely watched and followed indeed.
Now bound I am and in chains, but still full of life - not necessarily youthful, I suppose...
All because I failed to intently listen then, I wandered too far off and encompassed a pathway hidden among the brush in which I curiously took.
Now, the only crown I bear is my head full of long black hair as dark as night. My limbs weaken from inactivity, almost as if this cage narrows more each day.
There are obnoxious people around me and their voices are piercing that it has actually become an annoyance.
But if I boringly gaze, they'll stop talking because they're no longer amusing me.
I miss being idle by just watching beautiful sunsets on the rooftop. I miss sword sparring and shooting range. I mostly miss my family. These are my few reminiscences.
School feels like a total disaster, I may not even get into that discussion. I've only been here for about 24 months and made a few, new,
and good friends all of whom are much older than me. Nothing mutual, only friends of whom I can share religious insights with.
One occasion, we had lunch together and they taught me how to lead lessons on teaching excerpts from the Scriptures. We'll see how that goes along.