Examining the life of a royal birth person accustomed to all the posh stuff and cermonial nonsense having none of that a forced to get a “real job” and basically economically completely stripped of all privelege?
Like Prince Charmint in Shrek 2 at the theater
There’s been several works where doppelganger poor and rich people switch places. The Prince and the Pauper is one example. They usually include some scenes of the privileged person learning how hard it is to be poor, and also the truth about how others think of them. The pauper has some difficulty navigating court life as well, and learns about powers behind the throne, that may constrain them from making improvements.
Usually (see Trading Spaces) the switched people get together to fix the situation.)
Will do. On a sad note it alwahs made me think of my sleepovers with friends like going to their house with cool parents and good food vs the ones I hosted
Fwiw, your little friends may have experienced it differently from how you felt about it.
My kids grew up sharing a room in a small, not-fancy apartment. They had a friend who lived in a BelAir mansion. That friend spent the night, and as she went back to her mom she exclaimed, “Mommy, the Mouselemming family lives in a HOTEL! Just like Eloise! With an elevator!”
I had a mom who made everything from scratch, and my friends would love to come over and have bread hot from the oven, with butter and homemade strawberry jam. But at school I wished my PBJs would be on squashy paper-white bread with grape jelly and Jif, like theirs.
Grass is always greener eh? I guess it didnt help that my stepparent adored my friend and wanted to seem cool to them, but didnt give a shit about that once the friend returned to what I saw as their blessed elysium for the elect home vs my horrible shit one