Sunday, August 30, 2015 12:40 PM
One was brought up a princess, her will never doubted and her bidding always done;
One was an immigrant, always at fault and her every thought and deed examined critically.
One was an heir, secure in her birthright;
One wondered about her parentage, searching the crowds for her place in the world.
One demanded love to be thrown at her feet, picking through bouquets like they were the next good read;
One thought that love had to be worked for, that her self worth was tied to her latest accolade.
But why the difference? When the same blood ran through their veins.
Only because the latter lost at the lottery of birth, being merely the second born
and the spare.
