This is a work of fiction.

Idea formulated on February 3rd, 2024.

Book born on May 26th, 2023.

Published by JDIV.

Princess Azulia ©2024 James Dawson.

All rights reserved.

Part 1

Who is Princess Azulia?

Our princess, Azulia, had the power to heal.

She could cure it all with a simple feel.

People came to her and would kneel.

Everyone lined up within her sight.

They stared at her. She always wore white.

Some were sick and some came from a fight.

A bee sting, covered with dirt.

Azulia touched where it hurt,

Then wiped her hands on her skirt.

One boy was very ill,

And found no help from any pill.

She said, “Give you help, I will.”

She helped her people from dawn until night.

She only slept when there was no more light.

She always tried to do what was right.

An elderly man,

A girl who cut her hand,

Even a dog that ate some sand.

A coughing spell,

A baby feeling unwell,

And even a woman who fell.

A horse and a hare,

A person from jail,

Even a very large bear.

The list goes on and on.

She was there every dawn,

Sitting on the castle’s lawn.

“I’m tired,” she had to admit.

When they heard, some threw a fit.

Her energy was not infinite.

A few strange cases came her way,

But they were rare, not everyday.

“I should explain,” is what they’d say.

Bob, the town baker, was one.

He claimed he never had any fun.

Her hand on his head, and she was done.

Another odd case was a girl, named Jayce.

She had a large wound on her face.

She said she got injured running a race.

It was odd because there was no pain.

Help from Azulia, she wished to gain,

Healing until no mark remained.

Each heal only took a second or two.

“Our princess always knows what to do.”

Their troubles melted like morning dew.

Some were young and some were old.

Some were warm and some were cold.

Her services were never sold.

The King knew his daughter was rare.

The people knew her level of care.

No one would harm her, they wouldn’t dare.

A power like that could do anything.

The birds even came to the lawn to sing,

Among all the sick, their tune would ring.

Some would try to cut in line.

They thought they were worse and it’d be fine,

The people forced them far behind.

When Azulia seen, she would sigh.

There were always more people than stars in the sky.

But every night, she had to say bye.

People came from all around,

She was unable to hear from the chattering sounds,

So she laid back upon the ground.

The King spoke up and this he said,

“If you talk too much, some will be dead.

If her head aches bad, she’ll go to bed.”

Often this is how it’d go,

None were able to heal her, so,

These events caused her to say, “No.”

Some would try to offer pay,

For a private healing, on that day.

“I never accept money,” she would say.