The allure of tabloids always seemed to bring out the worst in people, a relentless pursuit of scandal that spared no one, not even an eight-year-old girl like myself.
Despite their best efforts, their attempts to tarnish my reputation never quite stuck.
It was a traumatizing experience to have my private lesson reports leaked for all to see at such a tender age, a violation of privacy that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Yet, I've come to see it as a crucial experience, one that taught me the invaluable lesson of not taking everything at face value.
The headlines screamed falsehoods, claiming that I was on the verge of discontinuing my education.
The urge to speak out, to defend my honor, burned within me like a flame.
But my parents, wise beyond measure, taught me a crucial lesson: silence is often the most powerful response.
They taught me that by acknowledging the claims made by the tabloids, I would only lend them attention.
It was a difficult concept for an eight-year-old to grasp.
The idea that sometimes, the best course of action is to let falsehoods fade into obscurity.
To withhold my voice, to refrain from giving life to the malicious rumors that threatened to tarnish my name.
Yet, it was a lesson that served me well, guiding me through the rough waters of fame as a royal.
It was yet another reason why I found peace in the anonymity of New York City.
A place where I could finally breathe freely without the suffocating presence of prying eyes.
It felt different here.
No one seemed to care enough to glance around for a moment.
To take time to notice their surroundings.
And I adored it.
It gave me space to be myself away from the flashing cameras and invasive questions.
It allowed me to finally be my authentic self out in public.
Something that I had dreamt of for years.
- Azzy
♛Chapter Eleven: Royal Reminders♛
The morning flooded in quicker than I could process.
With the night gone and the day taking its place, I could only cling to what happened hours prior.
It felt as if I made a core memory on that motorcycle.
One that I'll never forget.
And one that I had managed to think about all throughout the day.
However, when my thoughts seemed to drift away to last night, I had to force myself back into the present moment—especially so I could focus on my family's merger account with Riva.
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