The Royal

No youth would want to go home after tasting a drop of freedom, and there’s nothing quite as exhilarating as having no more responsibilities. And even though he never knows where he’s going or how to make his own way in this world, it’s a small price to pay, because surely being a commoner is better than being royalty.

There’s a very narrow definition of ‘normal’, and he knows the second he steps out of it, it will be near impossible to climb back in. It’s not until near the end that he realises ‘normal’ is more of an inherited state than something that’s achieved or earned, kind of like personality traits, and so like the rest he blames his genes and settles for what comes easiest to him.

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