She was the queen.
Strong.
Beautiful.
Powerful.
Confident.
She was his world.
The kingdoms clashed and the war raged on.
Envy, jealousy, hatred, revenge….
Strung together on a single thread.
Separated the queen from his prince.
Rest as they say, history was created.
Lives were lost and battles were won.
Love, is the key, the doer and the reason.
Strange this emotion.
Unsolved yet so important.
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