A bard's retelling

Born in a thunderstorm
She closed her eyes
only to open to the death of the one who had bore her

She could fight with a sword
even before she could properly walk
She could zap the shield and yap a competitor
all alone, she had her words later
She was born a fighter, evident
she fought her way into the world
She would fight her way through the world

Her father was off into a war
betrayed, to never return back
She had a brother
they said he fought valiantly
when he finally fell
rubies flew down instead of blood

She had another brother
 who raised her
 She was not sure if he ever loved her
He sold her to the highest bidder
But now sure that she didn't love him, He got killed,
a dying shame of molten gold
She had no one else in the world left
except for that proud bidder
whom she learnt to love
She called him her Sun and Stars
Even he left her, death at her hands

 There was a knight who did love her
but knights are not meant to love
Fittingly he was exiled
She found herself another knight
He was an elderly one
He told her stories of her father
and that rubied brother whom she loved a lot.

There was another lover. The only one not forced upon her
His fate is yet unknown
She even got married to a king of sorts
But neither proved to be loyal

She dreamt of how her brothers would
or could bring her to redemption
to avenge her dead father
She had weapons none had in 300 years
She was training them secretively
but that was hardly a secret
for dragons are huge
And could you believe
the girl with the best claim to the throne
would get muddle up in a civil war
for civil wars are brutal They go on for months
They went on for months
She was tried and tested, lost and found
Her nose was dragged through the mud
At least she was no more love bound
She fought them bravely, won the war
A war that was among many battles that had just begun.