The King sits ever on his throne,
Saddened wisdom in his gaze,
He always makes the just decision,
And subjects sing his name with praise.
A young man locked beneath the castle,
Punished for forbidden love,
His broken body writhes in torment,
His wife imprisoned up above.
A Princess, 'sick' within her chambers,
Locked inside her empty room,
Betrothed to one she does not love,
She weeps for a forbidden groom.
Enlightened subjects mourn in secret,
For decisions that have been made,
Ones that keep two lovers seperate,
But duty's price must not be waived.