A Very Young Child Chastises a Very Old Throne

I watched the child approaching me with wonder in her eyes...a welcome sight I’d seen at least a thousand times before. Most the answers people sought were on the plaque beside me, but this young lady, I could tell, clearly wanted more. The date and cost of my construction , built for reigning Monarchs - listed on the placard - was, to her, of no concern. ‘Twas --- WHY their subjects honored those who’d sit between my arms - and kneel in their subservience - the girl had come to learn. I felt her curiosity peruse my every feature...tasted her resentment for the way it made her feel To scan -- a piece of furniture -- before which all - like her - had been, for years, expected, by its occupants, to kneel. “There’s no such thing as - ‘royal blood’,” she growled beneath her breath, then drew from out her tattered coat an ivory handled knife. With no one there but her and I she butchered my apparel, and - having plucked my every jewel, trying to end my life - Very nearly did so. It’s a wonder I survived. But now, with new upholstery, and my every stone replaced, I’m convinced her brazen deed - for which I owe her thanks - helped me comprehend the greatest truth I’ve ever faced! ‘Royal blood’ does not exist! And never has, my friend! Regardless of who sits in me…they’re not worth kneeling for! Apart from what a person owns, or special skills they have...each is just another human being --- nothing more. My books and Audio-CDs are available at: writerofbooks.com