JellySeagull

To nobility I was born, In state worn and torn By ne'er-ending war, rebellious girl Invited many of scorn To my company, yet mere thorns In my will's side, though future soon unfurled. Whilst dearest sisters fuss with dresses and rings, I envied gleam of steel and much deadlier things, For not with other girls did I align, Discovered by child who dared my father malign, To me life he resigned; then father designed plan not so benign As training for wifedom, Noxian woman who sings Laments at husbands far and wide, succor from women Noxian man wings In battle, to aid the fight, while rest stay at home… Nay, I longed to see f