She was not like the others.
She was not prim and proper, so unlike like the ladies of the royal court whom spoke with quiet words and watched with gentle gazes. Perhaps she was not to blame; the ladies had been trained to act as they did in the face of the king, to understand their position and not to act too confident in the face of his royal highness. The girl with the feathers had not been exposed to such a regime, and perhaps it acted as an excuse for the things she did, all the laughing and flirting and the way she spoke loudly and without restraint. Perhaps it was unfair to blame her for the things she had not been given as a pup, and perhaps it was unfair to judge her for what she could not help.
Nevertheless, she had to understand that such behaviour was unacceptable if she was ever to be accepted as the nation's queen. Perhaps the people may have accepted her, the press rather generous in their treatment of her many flaws and actions, but it was the opinions of other governments and the opinions royal families that held key importance. She had to impress them, to show good grace and poise as a noble leader; else they would dismiss the king as a fool and pay him little heed in matters of politics. Such was the way the world worked.
Perhaps the King would be willing to give up power for love, but their government would not and nor would the people. They would denounce him, take away his throne and remove his title. The monarchy would cease to exist, and all for the want of a beautiful girl with feathers wrapped around her tail.
Perhaps this could be true, or perhaps, in time, she could learn. Though was not like the others and would never be prim and proper, she could learn how to command respect. Perhaps, in time, she would learn to laugh and to flirt only when suitable, and learn when to speak and when to listen. Perhaps, in time, she could learn the things the ladies had learnt as pups, and learn the mannerisms of a royal. And perhaps, though nobody else thought to realise it, she had known it all along and was already beginning to change.
She hoped that, in time, she would no longer be called the girl with the feathers.
And instead be Seaira, Queen of ChickenSmoothalia*
*It's pronounced 'Chicka-Smoo-thah-lea
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