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Myrtle Turtle-Dove was a princess of the realm and not a happy one.
She considered herself a Princess and let’s face it, it wasn’t her fault having been born into it.
She hated all the protocols, the dress code, the bowing and scraping and the food the palace served. She was forever gagging on the evening meal much to her parent’s disapproval.
As she grew older, she became more and more rebellious.
She found she couldn’t go out at night unless disguised as there were always photographers lurking around every corner.
Myrtle Turtle-Dove was a party girl, and parties loved her. She always bought with her a crowd and they were the best dressed, provocative and promiscuous of all the party goers.
She took steps to try and rid herself of her Princess tag. Hoping to be shunned by the Royal Family Myrtle did a nude photo shoot and had the photos released to the press. The scandal was beyond words for the Royals.
She’d dress like a bag lady to slip out of the Palace and wander the streets talking to all and anyone she met.
She changed her name to Myrt Dove and had a range of shirts printed for her friends saying “I LOVE MYRT”.
She discovered the non-royals were a very likeable crowd. She much preferred their company to the stuck-up Royal family who considered those outside the family to be little more than unwashed slaves to the kingdom.
As the eldest child of the King and Queen, it was Myrtle who was next in line, and everything came to a head when the King suddenly died, and Myrtle was informed in the usual way: “The King is dead, long live the Queen.”
When she turned to her mother reality struck her a serious blow as her mother bowed and said: “Your Majesty.”
Suddenly she was Queen Myrtle, and her life was about to change forever. It took her several days and a lot of talking with her mother before she started to get her head around the fact that she was now the Queen.
Myrtle had always put off the thought of her becoming Queen one day. One thing she had learned as she grew up was responsibility and tradition. As much as she disliked the whole idea, she knew that responsibility to her Kingdom was what had to happen. The people liked having a Royal family, and her father had been a good king, but Myrtle also wanted to be her own Queen.
She would do it her way.
So, she dismissed many of the stuffy old advisers who had been running things for so long and brought in some people of her own.
She became Queen Myrt, the Benevolent, and did much to raise the living standards of her community, listened to her people and in times when the harvests were not as they would like she too tightened her belt in keeping with her people.
She banned the photographers who hung around the palace, she made the streets a safe place to be and walked around among her people bowing to them as much as they did to her.
Her turnaround was remarkable from Reluctant Princess to Benevolent Queen.