A princess born, a kingdom won. A king who's heart beats with the sun. Evil watches with eyes of envy, keeping sharpened talons ready. "She sleeps in peace for now" he thinks, "but there will come a day, when I will have her ear so near, to sow the lies that will cause her stray."
Through the tower window, the king, he spies his foe. Carefully he stares, flooded with courage from head to toe . To be under such scrutiny was cause for certain certainty that his work was good and his love enduring. This princess born to him was a treasure of unfathomable worth and she would know his heart ached for her and the calling of her birth. She would laugh and she would play, dancing in the way that only freedom can portray. She would not be moved by the dread of the forsaker, but forever filled by the faith and confidence of her maker.