Desilva looked down at Dominic, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. "Is it unfair?" she asked, "having to smile when you don't want to, looking out for people you don't like, working hard at everything even though you barely have the energy for yourself. Isn't that hard?"
"Do I have a choice?" Dominic refuted, his voice low and dejected, "my kingdom needs me and my siblings seem to have their lives down a path, all that's missing is me getting myself together and stepping up to the throne. I have no choice but to move forward."
"Ah.." Desilva muttered, feeling the light mood in the room slowly go down the drain, "so it is hard…"
"I mean yes, of course being a prince isn't all about walking up and down your kingdom in a gown and a fancy crown. I guess I must have thought about it that way at the beginning… I had to learn the hard way," Dominic smiled desolately.
