When I tell someone that I'm a princess, so people envy me. Tell me that I'n lucky, and should be grateful for my place. I'm one of the many princesses of England. My mother and father are King and Queen, they love me very dearly... I always know that. But we all know here in the palace that once I, the youngest, was born, that the power that my parents, grandparents, and ancestors once held, was seeping through our fingertips like sand, almost.
The world and human rights were changing and so was our royalty.
I can not possibly remember the last time my sisters and I had the privilege to leave the palace. For all I know England doesn't even know my name!
My mom hasn't spoken to us for days and my father is busy with meetings, business trips. I hadn't seen my sisters in a while, they usually stay in their room or roam around freely by themselves.
I leave at 2:00 AM. I'm getting out of this hell hole.
