Home life
means watching the crown with my family,
together, debating the meaning of queen consort.
I put in, uncertainly, that it means you’re married
to the current king.
My sister emphatically corrects me,
citing her love of royal history as credentials.
Queen consort means you aren’t of royal blood,
it means you’re a commoner.
A quick google search reveals the truth:
a king’s wife.
My sister lets out the only reasonable rsponse.
“That’s what I meant.”
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Great! And so true!