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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-06-07 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
... I suppose... well... I'm stronger than some but I'm still weaker than I'd like to be. But my upbringing was good--maybe too good.
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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-06-07 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I mean--

[ how to... explain..... ]

--I suppose it depends on what you believe constitute a good upbringing. And it certainly doesn't necessarily mean that the person I've become is in any way reflective of that, however-- Morally... my father was a pacifist who hated weapons. As far as I can tell, I was only taught womanly arts--like dancing and music. I lived a very comfortable life safe from sickness and war and hunger--even simple things like dirt and bugs. It was a very privileged life, being the daughter of a king.

[ which probably does not at all match up with how Cobalt sees her as a person--hence why she said that the way she was raised doesn't reflect much on who she is now. ]
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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-06-14 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it wasn't like I was unhappy. I didn't have a single thing to worry about--and when it came to things, I could have quite nearly anything I wanted.
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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-06-14 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
... But I was lacking, in other respects. My mother died when I was young, my father way always busy with his duties--and I wasn't allowed to leave or have many friends. ... I think a lot of people around me saw me as The Princess first and a person second, if at all... even the son of the Fire General, who wanted to court me, only seemed to see me as a thing he could have. There were freedoms and friendships that I never would have had if my life had continued on in that way--and so many things I never would have learned.

At the time, I would have told you I was happy enough--because I was. Like a small bird living in a well-kept cage. If you ask me now, I would say that although my father meant well, mine was a vacuous existence, one that didn't require or provoke much thought or introspection or growth--and it was lonely. I only didn't know it because I didn't know what it was like to be otherwise.