The Accidental Princess

As all fairy tales begin, once upon a time

There was a beautiful princess but she wasn’t heir to a dime.

Father ruled over only a city block

Inhabited by three dogs, two mice and a flock

Of pigeons which did not mind

Who the ruler was if he was kind.

Education was the only thing Father gave her

And that having asked the neighbouring king for a favour.

When all this had to be done for a tutor,

He wondered, how would he find her a suitor?

And if you look through that window with the broken hinges

You can still see her, the accidental princess.

Why the broken hinges, you ask?

Not because repair was an unfinished task.

Contrary to assumption, the princess was no destitute.

Rather, she broke them to use as pedestals for fruit

That she fed her only subject. She called him Minion,

The loud one-legged pigeon.

The two seldom stirred out of their cosy abode

They would only gaze out the window over the road.

You could ask her about him, although she cringes

But you wouldn’t get to meet her, The Accidental Princess.

They’d gather sights and sounds of a kingdom not hers

But every time she muttered, “It could’ve been worse”.

She could not have afforded a place to stay

If she hadn’t sold her kingdom when Father passed away.

She said, when she was criticised heavily for being “disloyal”,

“Better an average commoner than an impoverished royal”.

She was provided a house as a sign of goodwill

The greatest luxury of which was a window sill.

It was located in a village that had just been made one;

Anonymity had never seen a more faithful patron.

When asked about her past, she lies but never flinches

For she stands to gain nothing from  it, the accidental princess.

Her mention in the village, though, evokes much chatter.

As she seems disinterested in men; or women for that matter.

Minion was the object of her affection, the apple of her eyes.

He was fed thrice daily, in fruit and rice.

He was her closest friend, her only confidante

From the time she found him, wounded and gaunt.

And she would kiss him before she went to bed, every night since

Resting assured that she wouldn’t wake up to a prince.

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