Tradition - writing sonnets to each other about how their love is / should be.

Note - This poem is in the voice of a character from a story of mine. She has just been told she is arranged to marry a prince of another kingdom (blah, blah, blahhhh) and then proceeded to get forced to write a poem for him. Here it is!

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I don’t know you very well, future king,

but we are meant to be wed under the stars.

Our love, while yet to be, will be quite a thing,

a marvel, indeed, how this love heals scars.

So I’ve heard, my dear Prince Cinder,

our love, soon-to-be, could make nations cry.

Our love will be a fire, hard to hinder.

It will break all barriers and ties.

Yet, I don’t know my beloved Prince well,

not enough for it to matter, though.

Your name only brings Royal warning bells,

the two syllables only made for crows.

Our love, Prince Cinder, will only burn forever;

it will make my kingdom fall more than ever.

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More on the story of this later! Look out for - **GLASSBLADE DUET **