1 part Complete MatureA girl who was never meant to be,
a soul untethered, lost in time.
She wears another's name, another's face,
yet walks a path that is only her own.
A boy forged in duty, bound in chains,
his heart a kingdom left in ruin.
He stands where fate has placed him still,
a crown upon a head too heavy to bear.
She knows his name, the one he hides,
the ghost of a past he cannot erase.
And he, the storm behind quiet eyes,
sees the fire she does not claim.
They are not strangers, yet not the same,
woven together by fate's cruel hand.
A love once whispered in another world,
now twisted, broken, left to bleed.
She walks beside him, but not for him,
a witch among kings, a shadow in court.
He watches her, silent, longing, torn,
the boy she knew buried beneath the man.
Secrets coil like serpents between them,
each step a dance upon a blade.
She defies him, mocks him, hates him,
yet in the quiet, she is the only warmth he seeks.
But destiny does not bend for love,
nor does power yield to regret.
The throne looms before him, merciless,
and she-she was never meant to stay.
Yet still, she lingers, a tempest untamed,
a curse, a blessing, a fire in the dark.
And he, the crown, unyielding, lost,
wonders if she is his ruin or his redemption.
In the end, does she stand beside him,
or does the world tear them apart?
"Witch Beside the Crown."
