That one feral child,
Who always lived free in wild,
Got caught from her own kind,
Left confusing questions in her mind.
Experienced her first human touch,
Was she feeling too much?
No no, this is different
Different from the rest,
His welcomes were exciting but goodbyes felt painful, was nature on some weird quest?
She craved, craved the feeling of being around him, always longed his presence, even waited for him at places once they met.
She couldn’t contain it, it was excruciating, she broke the boundaries of her wild kingdom and rushed to castle where he was heard to be found.
She fought the soldiers, got stabbed on chest, held captive for a week before stumbling onto him…
Him… here he was! ‘Prince’ is what they referred him as… she didn’t understand, she didn’t care, for he was her other half, result of her prayers.
What is this attachment, what is it supposed to mean?
She didn’t understand any of it, just followed her instincts…
Was it love or pity, but Prince showed some kindness, kept her in castle, claiming her as “one of” his mates.
It was hard, she knew it in her bones,
this wasn’t her life, her people she wanted around,
It was different, painful, agitating, senseless.
She yelled and cried and begged and hurt people but could neither stay nor live.
One day, finally she decided to go back where she belonged, her kingdom, her home but one sentence from the prince melted her heart, “please dear, don’t leave me alone.”
So she stayed, knowing the mistake she was making, knowing what she would go through.
She changed herself, forced to look compatible, suitable for the prince, was always on alert if she’s not making prince feel more ashamed,
She murdered her soul for love, butchered her feelings but all people could see, people could say was,
Finally, the dragon got tamed!