She was once a fragile girl
Often compared to a delicate flower in a blooming garden.
So delicate that she would crumble instantly at the slightest touch.
Her mother kept her locked away from the world,
“The world is too dangerous. You’ll never survive out there, dear”
She locked her chains and threw away the key.
Everyday she watched from her window as the world passed her by.
Her father didn’t want this life for her,
He believed that she could be strong,
A mighty warrior.
A powerful queen who would rule with an iron fist and a full heart.
More than anything she wanted to fulfill her father’s dream,
So she trained.
Every morning and night she worked to thicken her skin
Wearing her mother’s dresses during the day, like a doll on display to hide her training scars.
Wearing her father’s armor at night, like a warrior becoming someone more powerful.
One day she’ll become the Queen her father always dreamed she would be.
She’ll prove to her mother that she is not a fragile flower,
But a fully bloomed rose with thorns sharp as blades ready to strike at any moment.
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