Ashkelon
Establishing Nation
It was a majestic chamber, one that preceded the most humbling part of the palace. It was here that any member of her family spent the minutes before facing the public, preparing for the special moment when they would emerge to greet the people. The girl peeked out at that great humbling balcony from behind a curtain, that balcony that faced a familiar southwestern direction, whence it was said that over a thousand years ago, legionaries had come and graced her ancestors with civilisation.
She was taught to be eternally grateful to Tibur, that without them, nothing here would be possible today. Perhaps they might have grown into some other kind of society, but there was no doubt that they would be far from the great empire that stood this day. She did not fully understand this yet, but there was no doubt that that girl believed this with all her heart. This could be seen in the reverential awe with which she treated that balcony, as she stared at it wide-eyed with amazement, despite one assuming that, as a resident of this palace, she should treat it as, more than anything else, a common sight to be taken for granted.
Looking past that balcony now, her eyes took her much further, over the lush gardens of the palace, the metropolis that was Giecz, with over fifteen centuries of history, the sparkling waters of Lake Radtke... and finally, the great Sarmatian Sky. It had always interested her, how in Swieczieman, the words for 'blue' and 'sky' were so alike. Indeed, it was very permissible to substitute the former for the latter, poetically. She reached her hand out in longing, if only she could touch that sky. If only she were given that chance... but she had spent her whole life in this beautiful place. She was never allowed to leave.
And that left a certain emptiness in her heart, a void that she desired, more than anything, to fill, a certain freedom that she could only imagine.
"Moja Dama!"
A voice came from the hallway. The girl immediately scrambled beneath a table. Yes, she was too old for these games. But what other games could she play? There were only so many things one could do when one dwelt in this palace. And while there were many, she had long grown bored of most of them. Now one should make no mistake. She was happy here, with her family, and there was no doubt that she lived a mostly full life as much as her station allowed. But she had to admit that, selfishly, she wanted more. She wanted to see what else was out there. And in that sense, she was "trapped" here.
"Moja Dama!"
The governess' little footsteps pitter pattered past the table, pausing in front of the curtained door to the balcony, before turning around and leaving the room. The door shut with a subtle echo that lasted a few seconds before subsiding. The girl crawled back out from under the covers and looked back out the window.
How much longer would she have to be stuck here?
She wanted so much to leave... to see the outside world... She would wish on a shooting star to be released from this holding.
If only...
If only...
She was taught to be eternally grateful to Tibur, that without them, nothing here would be possible today. Perhaps they might have grown into some other kind of society, but there was no doubt that they would be far from the great empire that stood this day. She did not fully understand this yet, but there was no doubt that that girl believed this with all her heart. This could be seen in the reverential awe with which she treated that balcony, as she stared at it wide-eyed with amazement, despite one assuming that, as a resident of this palace, she should treat it as, more than anything else, a common sight to be taken for granted.
Looking past that balcony now, her eyes took her much further, over the lush gardens of the palace, the metropolis that was Giecz, with over fifteen centuries of history, the sparkling waters of Lake Radtke... and finally, the great Sarmatian Sky. It had always interested her, how in Swieczieman, the words for 'blue' and 'sky' were so alike. Indeed, it was very permissible to substitute the former for the latter, poetically. She reached her hand out in longing, if only she could touch that sky. If only she were given that chance... but she had spent her whole life in this beautiful place. She was never allowed to leave.
And that left a certain emptiness in her heart, a void that she desired, more than anything, to fill, a certain freedom that she could only imagine.
"Moja Dama!"
A voice came from the hallway. The girl immediately scrambled beneath a table. Yes, she was too old for these games. But what other games could she play? There were only so many things one could do when one dwelt in this palace. And while there were many, she had long grown bored of most of them. Now one should make no mistake. She was happy here, with her family, and there was no doubt that she lived a mostly full life as much as her station allowed. But she had to admit that, selfishly, she wanted more. She wanted to see what else was out there. And in that sense, she was "trapped" here.
"Moja Dama!"
The governess' little footsteps pitter pattered past the table, pausing in front of the curtained door to the balcony, before turning around and leaving the room. The door shut with a subtle echo that lasted a few seconds before subsiding. The girl crawled back out from under the covers and looked back out the window.
How much longer would she have to be stuck here?
She wanted so much to leave... to see the outside world... She would wish on a shooting star to be released from this holding.
If only...
If only...