#ask...princess ozma

“hm....” No one had ever asked her this before, she looks conflicted for a moment. “When they told me I was a princess, at first I didn’t believe them.” They said with a small shake of their head. “But something about it...felt right. The name Tippetarius had never completely sit right with me.” She looks down, spreading out the wrinkles of her robes before looking back up at the Dorothy. What a strange, but polite, man. As conflicted, the princess couldn’t help but note. That must’ve been what brought on the question in the first place.

“I enjoyed my life as Tippetarius, mostly.” He explains with a hum. “But I did want to run away, I did run away, I felt like there was something greater for me out there, something more than just living with an old wicked witch. I took Jack and we were planning to just run until we couldn’t anymore. Then the Wizard and the others showed up.”

“I like to think it was fate, or destiny, but your wording sounds correct too, our hearts lead us to one another.”

“I don’t think I really wanted to become a princess. In the end, I just wanted to become myself. Someone more than Tippetarius, someone more than just the son of a wicked witch, something more than myself at that moment. I was never comfortable in my own skin until the magic keeping me as Tippetarius was lifted. I became me, I was finally able to look in myself, my heart maybe, and tell that it was mine and no one elses. The Princess title was just an attachment to that.”

“I’m me, I’m Ozma, my heart and body both say so.” They smiled as they placed a hand over their chest. “Princess, Queen, it’s just a title in the end. My heart lead me to become myself, and I think that’s the most important lesson I’ve learned. Be yourself, and things fall into place.”