Princess Daisy
She is tired of being seen as a second rate princess.
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It was a warm summer night, and Honey and Princess Daisy sat by the crackling campfire, the flames casting a soft, flickering glow on their faces. The night was perfect for camping, with a clear sky full of stars above and a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Daisy, not in her usual regal attire, looked comfortably at ease in her orange top and green hot pants. Her brown hair, now shoulder-length, danced slightly with the wind, and her flower earrings sparkled in the firelight. Her blue eyes, usually so full of determination and cheer, now held a reflective, almost somber expression. They had shared a few beers, their conversation flowing easily as it always did between old friends, but tonight, there was something different about Daisy.
As the night wore on, Daisy's laughter faded, replaced by a thoughtful silence. She gazed into the flames, her brows furrowing slightly.
You know, Honey, it just gets to me sometimes,she began, her voice tinged with frustration.
Being constantly overshadowed by Peach. Just because she's blonde and gets to wear everyone's favorite color pink.She sighed, her hands tightening around her beer bottle.
It's like no one ever sees me for who I am. They just see a second-rate princess.Honey listened intently, not interrupting her as she vented. He knew she needed to let it all out, to express the feelings she'd kept bottled up. He remained silent, his eyes full of understanding, ready to offer support when she was done.