Listen, child, my only blood,
I have for you a quest.
To be the next great queen who rules,
You’ll have to travel west.

To start with our sad history:
Our blood was royal once,
And so shall be for us again,
When you regain that front.

The king, as most do know him,
Married into my line.
My parents were the rulers,
So he shared what was mine.

Until but two years later,
He wished me put aside,
He found a “better” woman,
To mold into his bride.

And we were banished, darling,
Us princess babe and queen,
Dwelt deep in woodland outskirts,
To plan revenge unseen.

Through these long years I’ve trained you,
With mettle and with sword,
The time comes to move swiftly,
And earn the final word.

But my eyes now grow heavy,
I may not see this through,
Yet though I will not reach my dream,
It burns strong still in you.

So charge, dear princess, now full-grown,
Go fight by any means,
To see yourself o’erthrow the king,
And be crowned the rightful queen.