It’s a burden I now bear, the price of the throne I ascend.

Power came like a storm, and never once did it call me “friend”.

A soldier to fate, I have no peace but a duty to defend.

To lead is to bleed and to struggle so others might mend.

I raised sword and banner and never once turned away,

when all I long for is the quiet, wishing only for peace to stay.

I fight for their hope and their safety, and for the price that I pay,

They sing of my strength as sure as the night turns into day.

I see shadows behind every vow I ever swore,

And silence now echoes through the halls I gilded in war.

I traded love for duty— and what was it for?

Some truths leave you hollow, begging the Lord for no more.

Every oath I upheld carved another scar in my skin,

A mark for every victory, defeat, triumph, and sin.

I fought for the realm, and though I lost what I might’ve been,

Every battle I fight for my kin is a fight I must win.