As the she waved and smiled
And echoed a million true ones
Her face reflecting pride
Of million other suns

And beside her stood an equally fair lady
But no one gave her mind
Her face so hazy
Admist the ever glorious Queen, she, herself reminded

Her corset tightened around her already petite self
Thy need to attract potential suitors
So thy bod must be of an elf
Yet this did not sit well

Either ways,
The Queen held the attention of many
Not minding envy gazes
Why though, she got plenty

The shoes digging through the lady's soles
Couldn't sit for five hours straight
Her pain, she tried to console
Why though, did she have to find someone to mate?

The cuffs of her hand itching through her wrists
She bit her lips
Holding the pain, persists
Morning palate did she miss

She sighed slowly
"Be naught ungrateful, lass.
To think such is unholy"
She reminded herself to pass

Rhyme scheme: abab