In halls of gold, where whispers weave,
A lineage bound, no soul shall leave.
Beneath the crown, a heart so pure,
Royalty’s touch, forever endure.

The weight of ages, on shoulders rest,
With every trial, they’re truly blessed.
A legacy carved in stone and scroll,
Their noble spirit, makes them whole.

In twilight’s glow, their tale unfolds,
Through battles fought, and glories told.
The blood of kings, in veins it flows,
An endless bond, as time bestows.

Though crowns may fade and kingdoms fall,
Their essence lives, within us all.
A royal heart, a guiding star,
In every soul, they’re never far.