Amidst the golden halls, where silence reigns,
A crown of jewels, a legacy remains.
With every step, a history unfolds,
The weight of royalty, a tale never told.

Beneath the velvet robes and regal stance,
Lies a heart, bound by duty, not by chance.
In every gaze, a kingdom’s hope is sown,
With wisdom ancient, in their blood, it’s known.

The sceptre held, not just a symbol’s might,
But guiding stars through the darkest night.
A queen’s soft whisper, a king’s firm decree,
Echoes through time, a sovereign’s decree.

And though the crown may gleam with diamond’s light,
Its true reflection is in deeds of right.
For royalty, in essence, is a pledge,
To serve with honor, on the kingdom’s edge.