Trust

People talk about trust all the time. Everyone wants trust and everyone wants to be trusted. We whisper and gossip about who is and who isn’t trust worthy. Who can keep a secret and who is just waiting to stab you in the back. Trust is a double edge sword especially when your royal. Trust is hard enough, who to tell your secrets, who can you be yourself around, who knows the real you? Trust is hard even without the royalty behind everything. Trust is fragile when it’s little things but add the idea of ruling a kingdom and it gets risky. They say it’s Lonely at the top and it is. When you’re the one on top everyone wants to knock you down, everyone wants to take from you, steal from you, lie to you, deserve you. To them you have it all. You have a crown and the throne. You have a closet bigger than a house. You have servants at your hand. You have it all, but all you have are things.

You have money and jewels and servants when you want friends and family and people care about you. You want to be able to trust but you can’t. You can’t trust anyone. So you turn your heart to stone, you shut your emotions off, you pretend it doesn’t bother you to see families happy and laughing together when you go into the village. You are the queen. People trust you, yet you can’t trust anyone.