Princess emmie

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Das and I laugh a lot about me being a princess, usually as I have my feet up on a pillow while eating a chocolate bar or some other decadent treat. From the outside it does look like quite the pampered life and I will fess up to quite a bit of spoiling.  I don't let it go to my head though, I know what is given can just as easily be taken away. 

Something that we've noticed though is when we say princess people only conjure up images of the indulged, spoiled girls running amok which couldn't be further from the truth. The life of an old time princess was actually not too far of from that of a slave just better dressed and fed, probably fewer whippings too. The princess was the property of her father a pawn to be used for political advantage. Her life was not her own in an way whatsoever, what privileges she had were either gifts from the king or things that would further the king's agenda. She was never autonomous first living under the thumb of her father the king and hen given to her husband to live under his rule. She had to live within very strictly defined parameters and causing displeasure or dishonor to her lord could (and likely would) bring swift punishment. 

So yea I'm definitely a princess. I wonder if this means I get a tower in the next house... :) 

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