In halls where whispers softly tread,
Beneath the crown, a heavy head.
The weight of gold and lineage past,
A legacy that shadows cast.
In gardens where the roses bloom,
A monarch’s heart finds quiet room.
Amidst the duties, grace and might,
A soul seeks solace in the night.
The loyal gaze of subjects near,
A silent vow, a whispered cheer.
Through trials and triumphs, firm and true,
The regal path they must pursue.
Yet in the stillness of the eve,
A dream of freedom takes its leave.
For royalty, both bold and wise,
Are bound by unseen, ancient ties.