I digress. As per usual. So to be a queen. We girls grow up with this idea of the glamorous life we would lead. The opulent balls we would go to in the finest of gowns to dance with dashing young men. We would have all our heart's desire. If only we could be a queen.
But no one tells you about real queens. You hear about the princesses in the fairy tales. And for those fine females, things turn out splendiforous.
Not so in the real world.
Real life queens get the shaft, yo! Forget about glamor. Forget about fine silk and balls. You may have those things but they come with a high price indeed.
- The price of being political pawn in the hands of conspiring fathers (or other male relatives)
- Being sought out and used by those with political and social ambition
- Being torn between loyalty to family and loyalty to self or to country
- A deep distrust of anyone around you because who knows what they may be after
- Citizenry that expect that you, as "God's anointed", will be perfect and who turn on you the moment you disappoint
Anyway...the movie was beautiful and so was the story. I should have watched it sooner! In fact, I can't wait to watch it again. That, and for all my life's difficulties, for my own suffering and hurt, I would not trade places with any queen of any country. Ever. I much prefer my quiet life, sans extravagant balls and sumptuous silk dresses. Because this life of mine, it's filled with possibilities and choices, without all that pressure!
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