The room, once filled with celebration, transformed into a place of fear as cruel laughter echoed off the stone walls. The crowd around me began to disperse, backing away as if I carried a contagious disease. My ladies-in-waiting, once loyal and steadfast, screamed and fled, abandoning me to face the injustice alone. Tears of frustration welled up, and I could feel the crushing weight of this era's cruelty on my shoulders.
Growing up, I threw tantrums over things that, in hindsight, seemed trivial—ridiculous rules, my opinions being dismissed, or not getting my preferred T-shirt for bedtime. Back then, I thought those were the great injustices of my life. But now, standing in this hostile room, I realized none of those moments compared to the level of cruelty and injustice I was enduring
