Crowned reflections

They tighten my corset but I fear there has been a mistake.

But they dismiss my claims, placing a crown of gold and lead on my head.

My dark curls come out as I walk before my people holding a torch; they amplify the magic I never knew I had.

Before them, in a hall of marble, a princess with golden hair stood, wearing a pink dress made out of my material as my crimson.

She stands beside me at all times, but there are my people.

And yet, when we are attacked, it is her they target.

She turns into a turtle and disappears before the shore.

I fight and help my people, and only once I am done do I look for the creature she now is.

And when she turns human once again, she isn’t the unknown girl from before,

But a familiar one, who she was meant to be all along.