"There are pieces within all of us: fragments of who we are, scattered by time, silence, and circumstance. And yet, few ever stop to gather them. Most souls live by instinct, guided by what they've been told is right, never quite realizing how much of themselves remains untouched, forgotten...

I wasn't one of them. I learned early how to wear a mask... how to smile through neglect and speak politely through pain. I had to become someone else just to survive the days that tried to break me. But within me, there was always a whisper: a voice that refused to fade. It called to me when I was lost. Each time I thought I had finally found myself, I'd fall again... and yet, I rose once more. Perhaps we are meant to rediscover ourselves endlessly, shedding what is not ours, returning to what is...

Now, I walk the path not to escape the past, but to refine who I am. I've been practicing grace: not just in how I move or speak, but in how I carry the weight of my memories. I've taught myself to smile gently, to speak softly, to carry elegance like a veil that shields without hiding...

There's still much of me I'm learning to understand. But I want to be more than just someone who survived. I want to become someone who shines: who radiates a quiet purity, not because life has been kind, but because I chose to be~

In the stillness of each day, I stitch myself together... Slowly, carefully. And perhaps, in doing so, I will become not just whole, but true.

With quiet strength,
Her Highness"