Married to the Princess (Acoustic)

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An arranged marriage,
To a world so strange.
Earn her trust, win her heart,
Show her love isn’t just royalty or wealth—
It comes in all shapes, in all sizes.
Show her there’s more than just a crown to wear,
To marry a princess…
Is to change the world she knows.

The king calls you forward,
She glares, eyes sharp as daggers.
“What is this madness!? A peasant to marry me?”
You bow before her with grace,
She crosses her arms, her lips curl with disdain.
“I do this for my father’s sake!” she huffs.
You only smile and offer your hand—
She takes it reluctantly,
“Don’t think you’ll win me over, peasant!”

An arranged marriage,
To a heart so cold.
Earn her trust, win her heart,
Show her love can’t be measured by status—
It’s deeper than jewels or golden walls.
Show her there’s more than just a royal crown,
To marry a princess…
Is to love her for who she is.

Through the garden’s path you walk,
Her gaze still distant, her pride untouched.
You shake your head with a knowing smile,
Time will melt her walls away.
“You won’t change me, peasant! I’m a princess!”
She snaps, but there’s a flicker of doubt.
Suddenly, a shadow looms—
An assassin strikes, a bow aimed with fury!

An arranged marriage,
A princess with a frozen heart.
Earn her trust, win her love,
Show her strength doesn’t just lie in the throne—
Love is a battle fought with courage.
Show her there’s more than a title to claim,
To marry a princess…
Is to protect her with everything you’ve got.

The arrow flies, slicing the air,
But you act fast—without a second thought.
You push her down, taking the strike,
A groan escapes as the pain sets in.
She screams, guards rush,
The assassin subdued—but her eyes are wide with fear.
“Why would you do that!?” she cries.
You smile softly, touching her cheek—
Her heart flutters for the first time.

Married to the princess,
She welcomes you now.
Her walls are down, her heart in bloom.
She rests her head on your shoulder—
“I can’t believe I married a peasant,”
She says, her voice teasing, but warm.
“Well, MY peasant,” she smirks,
With a love that has broken through.

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She’s the princess of the kingdom, With eyes that gleam with gold and pride. She walks with her head held high, Treating all as if they were less than her. But today, the king speaks words she never expected— An arranged marriage, a bond far away. She gasps, her world starts to fall apart, “Father, please… I won’t marry him!” An arranged marriage, To a world so strange. Earn her trust, win her heart, Show her love isn’t just royalty or wealth— It comes in all shapes, in all sizes. Show her there’s more than just a crown to wear, To marry a princess… Is to change the world she knows. The king calls you forward, She glares, eyes sharp as daggers. “What is this madness!? A peasant to marry me?” You bow before her with grace, She crosses her arms, her lips curl with disdain. “I do this for my father’s sake!” she huffs. You only smile and offer your hand— She takes it reluctantly, “Don’t think you’ll win me over, peasant!” An arranged marriage, To a heart so cold. Earn her trust, win her heart, Show her love can’t be measured by status— It’s deeper than jewels or golden walls. Show her there’s more than just a royal crown, To marry a princess… Is to love her for who she is. Through the garden’s path you walk, Her gaze still distant, her pride untouched. You shake your head with a knowing smile, Time will melt her walls away. “You won’t change me, peasant! I’m a princess!” She snaps, but there’s a flicker of doubt. Suddenly, a shadow looms— An assassin strikes, a bow aimed with fury! An arranged marriage, A princess with a frozen heart. Earn her trust, win her love, Show her strength doesn’t just lie in the throne— Love is a battle fought with courage. Show her there’s more than a title to claim, To marry a princess… Is to protect her with everything you’ve got. The arrow flies, slicing the air, But you act fast—without a second thought. You push her down, taking the strike, A groan escapes as the pain sets in. She screams, guards rush, The assassin subdued—but her eyes are wide with fear. “Why would you do that!?” she cries. You smile softly, touching her cheek— Her heart flutters for the first time. Married to the princess, She welcomes you now. Her walls are down, her heart in bloom. She rests her head on your shoulder— “I can’t believe I married a peasant,” She says, her voice teasing, but warm. “Well, MY peasant,” she smirks, With a love that has broken through.

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