You Can’t Frighten Me

Born in summer, I lusted for new

Exciting places to rendezvous.

Rustling skirts and handsome lords

Caught my eye more than swords.

Desiring a crown upon my head,

I entered a den of gold and red.

A Lady I would be no longer.

My royal desires grew stronger. 

But I found my hopes were broken,

As I was traded like a prized token. 

Learning to play the great game

Was the only way to escape shame. 

But the lioness still prowled the plain,

Her anger roared as her son was slain. 

Forgetting about roses and little birds,

She screamed at her brother, master of words. 

Though the Young Wolf had already passed,

His sister's head was the gift she asked.

So my powers of manipulation grew and grew

As the winds of winter began howling through.

Bent and broken, some people might have been,

If they too had faced with such evil, such sin.

Now, as a new Northern King rises,

I find myself making compromises.

I may look young and beautiful,

But I have a wise, powerful soul.