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The youngest daughter was castigated by her siblings, and she lapsed to silence, and quieted her concerns.
And so the royal siblings agreed to say nothing, for—while none of them mentioned it—none of them wished to see their inheritance further diluted among the people.
After some time, the plague had ravaged the land and the empire had gravely weakened, allowing bandits and raiders to capture the treasury vaults. The youngest daughter, who had herself begun to flush with fever, came from the palace and appealed to the people to help her save the royal family.
“I’m sorry,” she said to them. “I’m so sorry.”
But the people had learned how the fever had come to their land, and none who remained would speak to her. Instead, they turned their backs and closed their doors. “We few who are left have little desire to catch your fever,” they said.
“My siblings are dead and dying,” the princess mourned. “We didn’t know this would happen. Where is your mercy?”
“What mercy is left us we share among ourselves,” they replied. “Most of our mercy was killed by the emperor along with our parents and spouses and children, and now that he has used us up, the emperor will kill you in the same way."
"Why do you mourn so to come to this end? Do princesses not also live at their emperor’s pleasure? Should you not also be glad to die so that he might live?”
https://www.the-reframe.com/one-thing-you-can-never-say-is-you-havent-been-told/
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