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|✿ Queen of Rose Red ✿| [ TW: mentions of bl00d and murd€r ] There was once a beloved king, Of the kingdom of the east, Who brought peace, And safety and many joys, To the people of his kingdom. There was once a king, Without an heir, Sole survivor, Of his family, his house, his dynasty, Apart from his sister, Sister in the west, Across many waters, Many waters of the sea. There once was woman who dressed in red Dressed in red she did. She dressed in red over black, Black which her heart was. The lady in red, The lady in red had a daughter, With her husband in the fire, The fire that burned a decade, A decade, then two ago. The daughter of the lady in red, Burned, Her heart did, It burned slowly, Without light. No one knew of the fire of her heart, No one else, But her mother, The lady in red. The daughter, Lady of rose red, Had faught, Rose red bl00d on her hands, Her sword, Her armour, She led armies in rose red, Rose red bl00d which painted her. Three years ago, The heirless king, The beloved king, Beloved by his people, Have written his will, His will in which he wrote, His heir's name. If only the king hadn't trusted the lady, The lady painted in rose red, If he had not, Had not trusted the lady, Made a rose red spring from her neck, Her heart, If he had sent her down below, To the darkness below, As dark as her mother's heart, Would he been safe, His kingdom safe, Safety they seemed to have, Yet which was broken three decades ago, But he trusted red, Rose red, Bl00d red. Don't trust rose red! Red! Bl00d red! Roses with thorns, Pretty roses, Affiliated with love, With beauty, Yet dark red, Bl00d red, Their thorns so sharp they spring that red, From anyone taking a closer look. If he didn't trust the red, Rose red, Bl00d red, Then he would not have been betrayed, His heart pierced, His bl00d shed, Rose red, His bl00d rose red, Rose red bl00d shed, As he fell, To his garden, Amongst red, Rose red, Rose red blooms. The queen, Queen of rose red, Would not have been crowned, Would not have taken a husband, A husband which she had a daughter with, Princess of red, Rose red. She would not have built an empire, Upon ashes of the kingdoms burned, Burned with the now raging fire in her heart The kingdom, now empire, Would not have fallen, From grace from peace from safety, The empire would not have fallen. The family of red, The lady in red, The empress of rose red, The princess of rose red, Would not have been chased, From the empire the empress built, Upon ashes of the kingdoms she burned, Burned with the fire in her heart. The prince, Husband of the empress, Father of the princess, Would not have burned, Burned in the fire of his people. The princess would not have grown up, And taken herself, Back to the palace that burned, Burned by the people, For the fire of her mother's heart, Where she would shed rose red, Rose red bl00d. All would burn, Burn burn burn, For her grandmother's black heart, Black as the void below, For her mother's burning heart, Burning like her father did, At the hand of the people, The princess of rose red, Would shed, The bl00d of her people, Not her people, The people that casted her family out, That rebelled, Against her mother. The tale of the beloved king, The fooled king, That did not know the dangers of red, The tale of the red lady in red, Red covering her heart, Black ad the void below, The tale of the queen of rose red, D!ed the empress of rose red, Her armour painted rose red, The tale of the princess of rose red, Who came back to shed, The bl00d of her mother's people, The four tales shall now be told, To warn future rulers, Future kings, Future queens: Beware red, rose red, bl00d red.