Rebellious want

I have watched you grow
From a insufferable pole of a swot
With untamable hair, beaver teeth and seeking mind
To a alluring wonder of curls, sweet smirks and intelligence

I have stood in the shadows
Seeking, no silently demanding your destruction
For you have made me questions my father’s beliefs

You whom are not worthy of the very air I breathe
You whom have charmed all those around you
They believe you to be a princess of miserable heritage

As if the very title of princess is worthy of you
Such a weak title that it is

You’re cunning, ambitious and daring, traits only that of a pureblood
You and your kind taint my world
You question our beliefs, demand more than what you are worth

You dare me want more that what is possible
Yet do not smirk in mockery or pity me at my failures
your gaze holds understanding instead of judgment

Such a wretched creature you should be!
You whom are the very essence of what my bride should be
You whom make me question my father’s beliefs