LladySelena

Part I She was his queen, he was her guard. Eyes cold like stone; face marble-hard. And every day, he played his part: A being of strength without the heart. The queen, in turn, embraced her role: With quiet grace, held firm control. From day to day, the duty called, And maintained order in her world. She ruled the lives, all proud and strong; Decisions made were never wrong. With conflicts settled, peace in court, She earned respect and great support. And all this time, he stood nearby, Just close enough to hear her sigh. And to unveil the hidden sorrow, In darkened night and sunlit morrow. Queen's trusted guard,