They make me feel strong.
The stone walls of the castle hem me in and make feel as fragile as a bird in a cage. There, I am trapped by generations of traditions and protocol --- caught in a game ordered by rules that no one fully understands. The bars and posts at every turn remind me of the expectations placed upon me by an entire nation. And the whispers caught in the tapestries haunt the throne room that changed hands many times through the intrigue of those who play by a darker set of laws.
But when I feel myself succumbing to the pressures, I come up here. The castle looks small and distant, and I realize how big the world is in comparison. Why would I let myself be forced into such a tiny cage? From here, I can laugh at its traps. From here, I can see who I am meant to be -- and it is not what any of them expected.
The horizon is broad and beautiful. I can almost feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet. This is my land. I will rule its throne.
But the throne will not rule me.