Still Refusing to Become Queen Today

We once meant to be, but met too late; our hearts could not understand. He was just like me. Our marriage was a reluctant choice, a compromise made to make the best of things. It was fate, and we had no say in it. It was nothing else worth entrusting our hopes to. But every beginning is hard. It’s never too late to find joy, and even dusk can fill the sky with color. We journeyed far across the land, to see the mountains and rivers still at peace, and the people safe and sound.