You’ve never wanted money, power, or even glory, for you delight in simple things, and there’s your tragic story. If you were a girl of strength this might have ended better, but at least now you’re safe again, you’ve been unshackled from your fetter. And really it was a plan too stark, a way to rob your glimmer, for you’d have killed him in the dark, been left a person dimmer. So what transpired you’re unaware, you weren’t privy to the scene, all you heard was of fatal tear, where lay King who once had been. Your beauty is a curse sometimes, but still you hold delight, in all that glitters in the sky, those twinkles in the night. For you are just that simple girl with heart so pure it shines, and while you can’t afford the price it’s for true freedom that it pines.
So when you leave the Palace and return to home on shore, it’s not status that you’re seeking but those stars that you adore. And when they look upon you with their curses and their glares, it’s not sin that they’re seeing but a girl who wasn’t there. And when you do return their words with character so white, you’ll leave them one more gift and that’s a kindness more than might. There’s one thing that is hurting and it’s an ache that is so blue, you’ve forgotten all your friendship and could swear that she has too. Please look up to those stars now for they hold a greater truth, you are far more than your sadness, or your beauty, or your youth.