To The Manor Borne

Royalty knows its place, one like none
other; where once it was the masses that
served their imperial highnesses modernity
has decreed that now those of high royal
birth whose status remains funded by the
great public, now serve the masses and the
greater interests of society, a society unable
to expunge from its imagination nobility's
vaunted presence celebrating high birth's
unique place in societies priding themselves
on egalitarian progressiveness. Royal
houses seek to find favour increasingly
by appearing as one of the masses they so
ably represent, accepting they are but human
albeit of a gilded variety, and eager to curry
favour of those taxed to fund a sumptuous
lifestyle burdened with public service, no longer
seek out those of extended royal blood for
marriage. Youthful iterations of nobility
search out their own choices and invariably
introduce their royal forbears to commoners
of heart-stealing virtue. Alas, genetics impinge
and those to the manner born in superior
self-regard scorn tradition and the trappings
of royalty, sending head-spinning messages
of rejection as  they indulge in lese-majeste.