I play in the twilight, strings soft as a sigh, Notes weave devotion where words cannot lie. The Emperor listens, his gaze on my hand, But the First Princess guards what I cannot command. Whispers in the court, shadows in the hall, Each of us reaching, though some may fall. The crown of his favor, the passion of night, We move through the palace, unseen in the light. I walk with a smile that conceals every scheme, Perfume and promise, the power of dreams. The Emperor lingers, his breath drawn to mine, But the First Princess stands as an unbreakable line Whispers in the court, shadows in the hall, Each of us reaching, though some may fall. The crown of his favor, the passion of night, We move through the palace, unseen in the light. I watch in the council, the temperature chill , I barter with far Clans, they bend to our will. The Emperor listens, The Confederacy at stake, But the First Princess watches each move that I make. Three voices entwined in a chamber of stone… Each seeking a moment to call him their own… The court is a labyrinth, the throne is the prize… But the First Princess sees through all of our lies. Whispers in the court, shadows in the hall, Each of us reaching, though some may fall. The crown of his favor, the passion of night, We move through the palace, unseen in the light. The Emperor’s heart is a fortress of flame… And we are the shadows that circle his name.
