A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage – Flash Fiction


Every evening she goes to the beach. I wonder if it’s the setting sun or the sea she beseech.
What does she hear in the sounds of the waves?
The right incantation to keep her loved ones safe?
The right offering to calm the sea?
A safe path for her sisters to flee?

A gilded cage is still a cage. However posh it looks to those downstage.
The pain, hurt and oppression happens backstage. 

However noble your birth. There’s truly just one species of humans on Earth.

Set all those princesses free. They are people just like you and me.


Note: For both effect and for the international women’s day (March 8th) I choose her, sisters, and princesses. But in reality both princes and princesses, and every other royal should be set free.

Photo by Jessica Cortez from Pexels

All week I’ve had this – A gilded cage is still a cage – phrase in my mind. Brought about by one of Sweden’s political pundits comments on the intervju with Harry and Meghan. She (the political pundit) commented that many people have a lot worse life situation then those two. 

And while that is a true statement. If there’s even a smidgen of truth to, for example; the comments about their, then unborn, child’s skin colour. Every caring, equality minded person out there should be outraged!

The phrase stayed in my mind for another reason though. A question that cropped up after reading the pundits comments. Would she say the same – that wealth and standing precludes you from having and/or airing grievances – if we were talking about one of the Saudi princesses

The one’s risking their lives to flee only to be dragged back and locked in very luxurious prisons. Unable to speak freely. Unable to communicate freely. Stopped from moving around freely. Denied to live freely after their own hearts and minds.

I’ve never been especially either for or against royal families. But the older I get, the more the whole thing seems like ancient ludicrous beliefs that many people would be freer and happier without.

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

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7 thoughts on “A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage – Flash Fiction

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  1. A heartbreaking story! How can we not pity those who don’t have the freedom to escape their “gilded cages”? But those who freely enter into them and knowingly, for the prestige & fame, the power, the wealth, I have little sympathy for.

  2. In many ways we are all trapped in cages by other peoples’ opinions and struggle to have our voice heard. Those who do face adversity with fortitude and stand firm with a positive attitude to direct change are not always those with the advantage of position and privilege.

    The image of the medieval princess kept in a castle tower waiting for rescue is still with us today. A chattel to be married off for politics and wealth. Why?

    But what is the role of a princess in our modern world? They are real people with real life desires, but the media system seems to stalk them to feed some strange voyeurism from the public, both creating admiration and at worse detest. Who are the keepers of the locked cage?

    We all make mistakes in life and make changes – but we must accept it as our own mistake and responsibility. Our mental health suffers when the narrative we create in our mind becomes destructive and dangerously out of control. This narrative is very real to us, while others do not understand or see the pain.
    When you cry into the void and there is no echo, life becomes hollow.

    Forgive me, I have rambled on. Take care out there.

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