Honour thy mother and thy father
for they are the anointed Royals
Queen and Consort and you
their son and heir, born to inherit
what will be left to you.
The occasion both solemn and
exalted for you have been patient.
Know your heritage and honour it.
Maintain tradition on command.
In the lifetime of waiting
distract yourself by commoner
and patrician matters. For art and
architecture matter, as does nature
and agriculture. Be all things to all
people and restrain yourself from ill
impulse to speak what you should not.
Set aside the harsh realities that you
are like all others not of royal descent
and your elevated status consigns you
to the scandal sheets for perverse
scandals. Rely on the blessing of short
memories as grey and grizzled now in
deep mourning you wear the crown
and heft the scepter, desire abated.
The realm of Empire finally yours.
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