A Royal Fantasy
What is, in essence, true royalty?
We know what it is historically, but have you ever thought about it in terms of what it actually accomplishes?
Many would say its primary function is for a small group of people to be in charge, to rule a land or an area, to be the government in its entirety. In most cases, they’d be right — to an extent. Royalty existed to provide that ever-so-difficult-to-come-by means by which a country could figure out who in the hell was calling the shots. Whether by look, hook, or crook, it worked as a political system (and still does in many ways) in many countries and areas.
Others would also cite the idea of elevating one group above another; the royals and the serfs, the bourgeois and the proletarians, separated not only by mere financial status but by an entire class, thus giving a social order that could be understood and followed by the populace. A separate, special class of humans.
But I wonder how much having a royalty fulfilled the innate need of humans to feel special — privileged — admired.
Think about it: A group that has figured out that if they only repress those around them and elevate themselves, they suddenly feel better about it. They not only get better things but better treatment. People call them fancy titles. They give them gifts and praises. Special clothes adorn you and fill your closets. You live in great palaces and castles and command many soldiers, servants, and admirers. Scores of people travel to visit your domains simply because you’re royalty and they are not.
And it perpetuates — once royalty has it figured out, they know the score — and they have time to plan it further, so that they dynasty goes on. Properties and lands are captured and then rented for income. Riches and assets are gathered together to fund not only pursuits but to keep up the image — to fuel the party and keep it happening. And because of time and money, the royals are not mere idiots — no, they are educated and thoughtful and politicians and leaders and an inspiration — to everyone.
And they get married to scenes of pomp and circumstance and many, many more reminders that they are royal and you — you are not.
It is a game in many ways; a complex series of moves that, once you get into a particular places, unless something drastic happens to change the rules, you can stay on the merry-go-round almost infinitely.
Any invitation to a wedding is considered an honour — a request from someone to share in their most special day. From the royalty, it is a call to populate the church and the event with the very folks that keep them in the royal light — their subjects. And yet, despite all this, we rather like it.
So if invited I would attend and see the spectacle that is before me; not because I do not see it for what it is, but because it is the fulfillment of the ultimate fantasy that any person can has — to be special.
But I shall never forget my place.