Disclaimer: I own nothing of Reign
AN: Practice piece, but enjoy the read anyway :)
More.
They always want more.
More of you, more of it, more of everything. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that they have more.
And you can't do anything but give in.
You give it to them because how can you refuse? You're to rise above the rest. A smile, a wave - I know and they know it's all for show, but it's still what the people want. You cater to the needs of thousands because that is what you do. There isn't room for what you want. The only more you get is more clothes, more jewels, more letters of state demanding everything from you.
It continues on and on until there isn't any of you left. They've taken it all from you. You're a husk, a shell - the ghost of what you were, what you might have been.
You were never a person.
You were just something that they could take.
AN: Inner thoughts of a certain queen. To everyone who voted on Twitter, thank you! This one's for you :) The next one will be longer and based around Henry and how I see him. These are just practice pieces, so please bear with me.