In pristine grace

alone beneath a crown;

untouched, unmoved.

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.

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