He: Son to The Only King of the three thrones, Here find the Kings Beloved Son and Hand. (Hand) Second highest in the Royal Kingdom, shining in the land so comfortable in his saddle, strong throughout and good with His sword. An anointed man ruling, His Royal territory rightly, this is where it all began. She: Daughter of the Highest King, The Only King of the three thrones. This God they share brought Her there, out in the public shining in the town square. He was on his horse and saw her, the Kings daughter humble countenance surrounded by her long hair her eyes quickly saw him, drawn to him she shyly looked down as they prepared to cut her hair. The Kings Hand would be able to see The Princess Warrior this year, her beautiful hair brought her there as she was about to Slay the untrue dragon, face down, hair all around as they stroked her hair, shares for the poor fall softly for those who had none, and He saw Her, this time He saw her in the act of The Princes's yearly service of Love right before the blood. Her maidens, Called to service, Dressed Her Royal body, Gods amour to walk the dungeon and put away the rabid dragon, the untrue one. When the Princess Royal emerged, The Kings hand was there to greet her, meet her. Serving her, reaching to her face and with His Strong Hands, gentle grace wiped the blood from her face and she joined him towards the sunset to rejoice, to get to know to each the virgo halo heart's full of light walking along until Good Night.