"....It's....pretty normal actually-for rich families-especially....noble families. They don't...see their children as children. They look at us as...heirs. They look at the sons as heirs. But the daughters...?"
She sighed, sitting down on the fountain ledge
"We're...investments....future business deals-as soon as my father can find someone who he wants to invest in-that's it-my fate's sealed. Or it...would be....actually, maybe in some ways I should be thanking the mob outside-they ruined my marriage prospects...."
She laughed sadly, biting back the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes
"Idolization isn't love-y-you can't-love someone when all you ever see is the idealized version of them you've created in your head...but I've been put so high up on a pedestal I can't-I don't think I'll ever get down-"
She couldn't help it-the tears flowed and she choked back a sob. She sniffled, wiping at one eye with the back of her hand
"...So I can either be idolized as a false god-or owned as a false wife. Either way-either way I-I'm just-trapped..."
She buried her face in her hands-she HATED people seeing her cry-she hated that she was even crying-