royal silence

That was the day I sat alone in the glittering throne room. Although she was young, she was called Elizabeth and was burdened by the pressure of the royal family. Her dress is woven from silver threads and sparkles every time the light hits it. Her long dress spread gracefully across the floor, as if she was dragging a heavy chain called fate. She was in the most beautiful room in the royal family, but her heart was far from glamorous. There is a deep loneliness in her eyes that befits her youth. Elizabeth had little opportunity to explore the world freely, and instead she had to adapt to life within the walls of the royal family. Her days were filled with learning how to govern the country and a number of official duties. But this day was different. Sitting on the throne, she had time to step away from reality for a moment and listen to her inner voice. Staring at the blue sky outside the window, she wondered if perhaps in the distant future she would be able to follow the path of her own choosing. And she knows that within this serenity with the crown in her hands is a strength that is unique to her. For her, this silence was not just solitude, but a precious time to face herself.