Fresh-faced Troll

I am the gnarly beast that killed the princess; I clawed my way up her tower and snapped her while she slept Her breaking bones sounded like fine china; I left with her head in my hand, a fine souvenir (She made no sound at all, she didn't even scream out of fear) I am the troll wearing her face over mine No one suspects a thing; all the peasants pass by without a second glance, and I crouch on her gilded throne with my new nose held high in the air (They didn't look shocked at all, or maybe they don’t even care)