(This chapter happens before Chapter 1)
Vernal 23rd, Year of Origin
For the majority of my life I had things handed to me. I was always wondering while growing up if I wasn't meant to be a royal heir to the throne of Volaria. I never liked things handed to me. I liked working for things I wanted, but of course being a royal monarch, you could just utter something into existence. I watched what I said in the open air very closely after learning that the staff members are always listening.
Why would a monarch wish for another life instead of enjoying the simple life? I guess, it's because we all wish for something we don't have. I wanted freedom. People believe that royalty has a lot of freedom to be able to do what they wish on a whim. However, that is not all true. You have to watch what you say, act, or do. You're always watched, judged, and criticized for the smallest acts you do. Yes, you get a full stomach and sleep at night, but is it really worth all of the mental pressure you go through, the meetings you have to attend, and the hearings you have to witness.
I guess, what I want to say is that enjoy the life you have, even if you hate it, it could always be worse, and I myself have to enjoy the life given to me and stop dreaming of a life that I wish to have. Maybe in the future I could enjoy that life, but for now, I have to live in the present.
I'm going out to the public with my dear guard to hopefully enjoy the last few days of slow season. The markets are full and the people of Valoria are in good spirits. Ry won't be back until next week so I'll have him off my back until then. Maybe Seth and I, along with Auri, could enjoy a meal out to eat. Hayden is looking at me, signaling that it's time to head out. I should end this page here.
Your Horrible Monarch,
Kliene James Vincent of Valoria