We are plagued, wretched, cursed...
doomed to be followed by the multitude, hounded by paparazzi, our flesh peddled to feed the teeming multitudes who wish to consume every morsel of our existence.
Our every action scrutinized, our every facial expression or turn of phrase. Is it any wonder we act so... so... is it any wonder? Put any normal person under this sort of microscope, they would doubtless appear as insane as ourselves.
Of course, there is the whole nasty business of inbreeding. Keeping the gene pool pure? Hardly. Rather limiting it to royalty has caused countless genetic problems; our bloodline is a mess. And with the mess come the doctors and the endless questions. Will we still be able to rule? For ourselves, for MYSELF, I have only one question.
Will I ever be granted a few moments peace anywhere other than in the john? There's a reason they call it the Throne Room.