Friday, July 19, 2013

Polite (Prompt Fiction)

Found on Google. I own nothing. 

PROMPT FICTION SNIPPET

Polite. Be polite. I’m always polite. I don’t get it. It doesn’t matter who it is or where I am or when it is, as long as I am polite, no one cares. If I should dare to speak what’s on my mind, then we have issues, or as I am supposed to say, then we may have a problem of significant proportions.

I don’t know. What do they expect me to do when they’ve trained and raised me to be what I am now. Your majesty, they say. Your highness, if you would. This way, your royalship.

Their groveling disgusts me. Their bribes are sickening. But I do not have the strength to rebel, just yet.

First, I must clean the court. Second, I must fill the court. Third, I must control the court.

When the court is in my hand, I will bring this realm back to the glorious example it once was. I will give every citizen a reason to walk with their heads held high and their hearts unburdened.


I may be the child queen. But someday soon, I will be a woman.

(C) Sara Harricharan

A/N: And this one just came from the idea that what if you always had to be polite, because of the possible repercussions that could lead to more than just losing your own life. Case in point, sometimes Royals have to hold their tongue, probably when they really, honestly, least want to. I think I might have a NaNo worthy idea here...

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