Where the king of England sleeps.
And reads and writes.
Finds a few moments each day for himself.
And yet you invite me here?
Because I like you...
And trust you.
You hardly know me.
I'm lied to a hundred times a day.
Petitioned, lobbied.
One learns how to decipher a face.
And yours is as the sun.
One shouldn't gaze too long.
My flattery, it makes you uncomfortable.
Because compliments in your family
Are usually for someone else.
The elder sister.
That's something I understand.
What it is to be the second child.
Forever in the shadows.
I'm making you uncomfortable again.
[â™Ş]
[moans]