Everyday, people ask, ‘your highness?’ Followed by a request to fulfill some selfish desire. I wish I didn’t have to answer. More reasonably, I wish I didn’t have to say no.

When I look in the mirror, I see a sparkling tiara upon an over-makeuped fake’s head. If I could, I’d run away and become something new. Something brilliant! I’d make my own life, where everyone is equal. Men and women, children and adults, and everything in between. Everything would be fair, and everyone would be happy.

That’s when I took off my tiara and set it on my vanity, then ran. Off into my new world.