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
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