In castles high where shadows dance,
Beneath the crown, a royal glance.
The weight of gold, the scepter’s might,
A legacy in morning light.

The whispers of the courtly halls,
Echo through the marble walls.
A lineage forged through time and tears,
In regal robes, they quell their fears.

Beneath the jewels, a heart does beat,
In noble silence, secrets meet.
The throne, a silent, steadfast friend,
Through ages past, to future’s end.

The grace of royalty’s gentle hand,
Guides the fate of every land.
With dignity and sovereign care,
They lead with wisdom, pure and rare.