The princess

In lands of old, where tales unfold, There lived a daughter, radiant and bold. The child of a king, with regal grace, A princess fair, with a glowing face. She danced through halls with golden light, Her laughter a symphony, pure and bright. Her eyes, like sapphires, sparkled with glee, Reflecting the depths of a boundless sea. Her father, the king, watched with pride, As she blossomed with virtues deep inside. Her heart was kind, her spirit rare, A jewel in the crown, beyond compare. With every step, she charmed the court, A beacon of hope, a love's support. She spoke with wisdom, beyond her years, A voice that could calm the deepest fears. But beneath her grace, a fire burned, A yearning for freedom, the world she yearned. She longed to explore beyond palace walls, To chase her dreams, where destiny calls. With courage ablaze, she donned her disguise, A humble attire, to escape watchful eyes. Through the moonlit forest, she ventured alone, Unveiling a spirit, never before known. She met humble souls with stories untold, Embraced the meek, the forgotten, the bold. She listened with empathy, her heart aflame, Her touch mending wounds, erasing shame. Word of her deeds reached far and wide, The princess of compassion, her love implied. She healed the broken, ignited the flame, A beacon of hope, with an untamed name. But a king's daughter can never be concealed, Her true identity, destiny revealed. With grace and poise, she returned to her throne, Her kingdom rejoiced, for she had grown. The daughter of a king, she ruled with might, With compassion and love as her guiding light. A queen in her own right, her reign began, A legacy born, the daughter of a king's plan.