Doña Marina, the traitor princess

A lone blade of grass; born upon the circumstance of crown
Royal appurtenance short lived
A deception by blood; set forth a justification of future treason
Mother loves another; cast away by a listless thought of lust
 
Who now claims an undesirable? What place does discarded luxury have?
They see you as nothing; to bandy the living as if insignificant
From the comfort of nobility to the pits of manmade avarice
But you have something still; polish and a blackened heart
 
He leads a conquest that will eradicate your people; but you pay no mind
In you a purpose seen; the remnants of a golden past
Chance given though unusual; in return a want naught but of loyalty
A request for your voice made; discovery of love that smolders deep within
 
You had the chance to flee; but what was there to go back to but treachery?
Home was found with them; built upon the ashes of your erstwhile culture
Allegiance burned through your heart like a field on fire; blind obedience replaced by devotion
You become something entirely different; the betrayed who became the final betrayer
 
A princess of nothing who would bear a burden of drastic decimation
La Malinche; a malachite conqueror born upon the circumstance of abandonment

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