The battle was over and my house was crowned,
To rule the nation as the prince’s in town,
I was forth in line so I knew not how to lead,
Until the rebellion struck, now my brothers do bleed.
I need an heir to secure our reign,
Though I’ve hated her for my family she’s slain,
Her house is greedy but will never overthrow,
The house of Begirie, best in the world.
Happy Tuesday Novas! Starting tomorrow I will post a short story every Wednesday in connection to this poem. It will be a 4 segment series.
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