May I have this dance?
Balls are really too much fun. I’m almost jealous of all royalty. But their every problem and flaw is published and distributed to their subjects. I don’t use any specifics or even my name on live journal so no one can connect my inner workings with me. Plus, there are always those pesky revolutions where the royals are beheaded, or otherwise publicly murdered. I personally like how my neck connects my head to the rest of my body. So I’m satisfied with waiting around for the next dance.