Royal

 Were you born to shine in one special way? What makes you really stand out?

I dropped my wig on a small table as I sat down next to my mother under the gazebo on the palace grounds.

"And how fared your little excursion," mother asked with a barely perceptible smirk.

"Oh... well enough, mother," I replied with a sigh. "I played my music, everybody cheered, and the joy I thought I would feel was not there. I suppose the life of a musician simply is not for me."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," mother consoled. "Your father, the king, went through a similar phase."

"Oh well," I shrugged. "It was an experience, I suppose. I should dispose of this wig before anyone sees it. We cannot have people thinking the heir of the empire would live an improper life, after all."

(written 2021 January 20)