Daughter of the noble family,
Yet she doesn’t act like one.
Not much formality,
Cause all she wants is to have fun!
But her parents want her to live to their reality,
Of being a sweet little one.

She tries to meet their expectations,
But she just can’t!
Which makes complications,
That her parents would always rant.

She’s funny,
And loud!
Yet they expect her to be a honey,
And go on with the crowd.

Well not her.
She’s doing her own thing.
Like ruffling people’s fur,
By making up odd ships to sing.

Plus hearts are her thing.
She makes them float everywhere,
Even in front of the king.
But like I said, she doesn’t care.

And she’ll never change.
Why would she?
Although she might be strange,
She’ll always be filled with glee.