Sacrifices Of A Queen

I look at the young princess with a sad look plastered on my face. It's almost time. Not long now before she becomes a Queen of her own nation. She will become the face of hee kingdom. She will be the person that will look up to, their inspiration, their strength, and their only hope. The young princess twirls infront of the mirror, giggling softly clearly admiring how she loved her coronation gown. My brows furrowed. "Princess, do you think it's time to stop acting like a child?" I say sternly, keeping my eyes on her. I can see how how shoulders droop in sadness and disappointment then she turned around to face me. "But aren't I a child, High Priestess?" She asks, her voice wavering when she just realized what she had done. Talking back to someone with high status in the church is frowned upon but I'll let it slide. I walked towards her, placing my hands both on her shoulder guiding her to face the mirror once more. "What do you see, Princess?" I whispered softly. "I see a girl?" She answered and her face twists into confusion but obliges nonetheless. "What do you see now, Princess?" I ask again. "I see a beautiful girl." She sighs when she looks at her reflection. "What do you see, Princess?" She stayed quiet for a moment as she searches something on her reflection. "I see a sad girl..." She murmurs. "What do you see, Princess?" Her eyes starts to tear up yet she quickly wipes it away. "A future Queen." "What do you see, Princess?" This time she looks at me then our eyes met. It somehow feels like this is the first time I see her without lecturing her, scolding her, or being simply the High Priestess. For a second I thought I saw my sister's face on her. For a second I felt all the emotions I have forgotten. For a second I was a sister. "I see two broken souls with intertwined fates."