Remnants: VII. The Crown Begone

The Kaiser coughs his final breath, The crown is slipping toward her death. Rozetria rises, pale and crowned— But I’m the shadow closing round. Coronation lights burn bright and cold, She stands alone in robes of gold. I watch from shadows, lips curled high, Her sapphire eyes already die. Darius stands beside her throne, His hand in mine beneath the stone. The nobles shift, they feel the tide, My whispers pull them to my side. I move through crowds like smoke and sin, Plant seeds where loyalty grows thin. “Too fragile,” I murmur, soft and sure, “She’ll break beneath the pressure pure.” They nod, they lean, they start to blend, The empire’s heart begins to rend. Rozetria smiles, kisses the air— I taste her ruin everywhere. The throne is cracking, feel it shake! Her perfect mask begins to break! She kisses joy with trembling lips— While I collect the final slips! Darius is locked in my embrace, Rozas bows to my dark grace! The serpent coils, the crown is near— I’ll wear her blood and drown her fear! They called me stain, they called me low, Now watch the bastard steal the show. Father’s mercy never touched my skin— So I’ll repay it from within. The throne is mine, the rose will fall! I’ll rise laughing over all! She kisses laughter one last time— While Seraphine claims what’s rightfully mine! No more hiding, no more chains, I burn the empire in my veins! Rozetria fades, a broken dream— And I ascend on her last scream! One final smile from her pale face… One final step into my place. The crown is heavy, but it’s sweet— Seraphine reigns… replete.