Not the consort of a King

"I am not the consort of King, but a Queen in her own right".

Vision of being awoken by a stately woman who tells me that as I am a distant cousin, I am to be the wife of one of two brothers. I sense. I have it made known to me that one cares nothing for his inheritence while the other takes it very seriously.

Vision of being stood up in a crowd seated in something like a stadium. "Who will take this woman?" Laughter and derisive speech from younger men. A tall black man silences them with sarcasm. Next I am in a grand dining hall before a royally set table, candelabras on it. To the right of a man who sits alone at it's head a man stands and approaches me, taking me by the elbow. I withdraw and then apologize for I have been mistreated by men. We walk out onto a balcony.

Vision of a series of events and at the end I am embracing a man seated to the right of the man at the head of the table upon whose lap my son is sitting.

Vision of the sky opening up and the expanse of The Dance appearing before me "Are  you ready for your wedding?"

Given sovereignty, But what am I to do with it? There is nothing new to create, nothing I would do differently. I give it back ('lay my crown down at His feet') and intend to subject myself.

It had come to the end of story of the Prince and Princess. There is no answer. Is that rejection?
( http://crystalmorningstar.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-prince-and-princess-inspired-story.html )

So why have I not been married yet?
A greater destiny has been awaiting me.
I have been made a Queen in my own right.
Oh.
Thinking that is kinda scary.