The Untold Era

She's a warrior, not a princess.
She held the sword, no crown on her head.
She was destined to fly, not to sit on a throne.
An armour hugged her body,
Not a gown of a fragile lady.
Weakness is not her taste, rage is her. Always.
No one dared to come in her way,
Just one glance, and you'll be blown away.
Her eyes is a dagger, flaming ashes will stare.
A feisty young lady. Heroine and soon to be legendary.

She's the Queen. The Queen of the warriors.

She's a princess, not a warrior.
Has tiara on her head, not a sword on her hand.
She was betrothed to the prince, but doesn't held his feelings.
She was destined to be a Queen, yet not sure for the King.
A tulle floral gown enveloped her fragile body,
Innocence is her, she is so dainty.
Her eyes is emerald, alluring everyone, and captivated the sapphire.
The epitome of purity. Dangerously pretty.

She's the Queen. The Queen of the flowers.

She's a princess, wisdom is her weapon.
Has tiara on her head, a book on her hand.
She was a loving and caring miss.
And yet, she had the life not full of bliss.
She was born to nurture her sister,
Without knowing that she is the one who needs to have a protector.
A tulle silky gown hugged her slender body,
Her innocence was taken away by ruining her dignity.
In the fullness of time, she will rise. And bloom further.
Her eyes is emerald, beautiful and bewitching men's devotion.
The embodiment of knowledge and beauty.

The strongest of them all...

The true Queen. The Queen of wisdom.