The White Prince

Being the eldest of us three is not always easy. Especially in these times. The hardest time of all. At least, for me...

The fear of facing the crowned prince is somehow clouded with all the ignorance. But as a son, the Queen will always miss talking to him no matter what he did.

Being successful at his job brought a lot of stress. I mean, who does not have stress nowadays? A selfish, dad look-alike wife would not help the situation either.

I remember mourning time in the Grief House for a few days, the wife carried a laptop in the room. I mean, really? Trying so hard to look busy managing this and that... everything that requires internet connection. And yet i had to explain how to know that her laptop is connected to the internet. *sigh*

Well if she can not mourn with us, faking busy is not gonna help.

While the white prince is busy with his job and family, I just hope he can at least call the Queen once in a while. I know that the Queen will always miss him.

And when he is ready, I just wish he can step up to his place and help us...