In pristine grace
alone beneath a crown;
Married to a broken kingdom;
divided by faith and ambition.
Yet, in divinity placed;
to govern and wield
a majestic tradition.
Wealth and power in lonely betrayal.
Forced into porcelain roles.
Shattering all that was once and passionate.
The pencil placed aside for a cold sword.
A wildflower withering on a battlefield,
in death remembered in sainthood.