I am no Princess. If I was a Princess, I would not be trapped in this accursed lamp every waking hour of my life. If I were a Princess, perhaps my father would see me as something other than evil and destructive. Maybe I do tend to get mad at little things, and maybe I do shoot fire from my hands, but that does not make me evil, does it?
I almost had the perfect boyfriend; someone who cared not that I was made entirely of deadly flames, a teenage boy with enough energy to keep me cooled down. But of course, my father ruined it. The second the words "evil daughter" came out of his mouth, I saw the boy, Finn, grow weary of me.
Finn, the greatest adventurer and hero of the land. The brave Human boy who would risk his life for anyone in danger. Of course I had heard of him, there is not one person in the entire Land of Ooo who knows not of him. I also knew he was not a Prince, but a King. A King of the Goblins, a King of the Humans as well, as he was the only one left, I suppose.
We share a hunger for adventure and danger. He wishes nothing more than to slay anything evil, and I wish for nothing more than to escape from this prison I call home. He's tough on the outside, never showing fear or pain, always hiding his emotions, letting them bottle up inside. I act as the perfect daughter, and perfect Princess, always trying to please.
But when I do get mad, I don't hold back. I tell you everything that's on my mind, and then some. He experienced that first hand when I came to his house. I yelled at him, slapped him, leaving a small hand-shaped burn on his face then fled.
I may have some anger problems, but I'm not evil.
Finn never got a chance to see that I am not evil, just easy to anger.
That Human boy who stole my heart who, thanks to myself and my father, might never love me.