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This is the story of a king and a prince.
In a lifetime long buried beneath ashes and war,
beneath shattered crowns and blood-stained floors,
they loved - fiercely, recklessly, secretly.
Not for power. Not for throne.
But for a feeling that felt like home.
Moonlight carried their silent vows.
Starlight witnessed their sacred brows.
Two souls intertwined by fate's design,
like sun and sky - like breath and spine.
But ambition is loud, and pride is cruel.
The heart grows fragile where kingdoms rule.
A single whisper. A broken glance.
A stolen moment. A ruined chance.
Words were swallowed. Truth untold.
Warm hands turned suddenly cold.
Trust cracked like fragile glass-
and love slipped through time like falling ash.
And before apologies could bloom,
before wounds could learn to heal,
war knocked at destiny's door
with iron and steel.
They died.
Not just in body -
but in promise, in possibility.
Their kingdoms burned in crimson flame.
History forgot their sacred name.
Their vows remained beneath the sky.
Their love refused to truly die.
For some loves end with a final breath...
and some grow eternal - even in death.