I tried my damnedest,

To convince

The Hearts

That I was alright

Within the castle walls.

But they didn't listen.

They never do.

And I swore I saw

Emerald smirk,

Who was on my left,

When they did not respond.

Damn mermaid 

Is more crueler than a Shark. 

As we fell

To the first floor

We passed

The roaming servants

And visiting

Dities.

Each one,

Held their head down

Not allowing their

Curious eyes

To see what I look like

Without the permission

Of King Tsunarius.

I was escorted

To the small

Dining hall

Located towards

The back of the castle.

We stopped

At the large

Arched coral doors

And Emerald swam in first.

I heard her voice

From outside the hall,

      “I present to you; Princess Adolescence, The Silver Princess, whom is very apologetic for being late. Please, forgive her once more.”

I mocked the words

In silence.

      “Of course I will forgive her! I always do!” the jolly voice of King Tsunarius rang, “Where are you, daughter of mine? Come through with your head held high so I can see you!”

I inhaled,

Awkwardly swimming

Into the exotic dining area

With my hand waving a small

Hello.

Sea lanterns

Floated around

The large table

Fit for ten

Yet only four mermaids

And a King sat

On the chairs

Made from the wood

Of wrecked ships.

I attempted a smile, “Morning everyone…! I’m sorry for being late...again!”

I swam over

And quickly sat down

In my seat

The eyes

Of my four

Older sisters

Burned through

My body,

Setting it on fire.

       “Of course you’re late again!” The eldest sister, Adele, sneered.

She’s the meanest

Out of all of them.

Her sapphire eyes

And harsh words

Cut into you,

Leaving scars for days.

She has long

Curly black hair

That held onto mini

Seashells throughout her hair

And some

Even formed a small tiara

That sat on her head.

She is known for always wearing

A frilly azure and ivory dress

That clung to her small frame.

      “Let me guess, you had bad dreams again? Boo hoo, you should really stop being a child you know?” The second oldest, Beatrice, twirled her fork around on the plate sitting in front of her.

Her apricot hair

Was tied in

Two ponytails

That caressed

Her smooth shoulders.

On top of her head

Was a jade crown

Which she flaunted

At every chance.

The only thing

She enjoyed wearing

Was a moss green bra

And a long sheer overlay

That covered her arms.

I found out the hard way

That she hated dresses.

Cleodora,

The third eldest,

Never muttered a word

At the table.

She sat in silence,

Plotting her words

As she sat

Eating her food.

Her straight snowy

And long hair

Flowed down her body,

Entangled into her black

Corset

And touched almost

Every purple bell flower

That sprouted

From her skirt.

Then there was the last

Fourth eldest daughter

Who I sat next too.

She smiled at me

With her elbows on the table.

Her fiery red hair

Was more overgrown

Than Adeles

And her eyes

Screamed hate.

The red in her eyes

Matched her shimmering 

Cardinal gown she adored.

Her name was Lyra

And before I showed up

She was the youngest Princess

In the entire sea.