He is torn
between two royals,
blue blood, pretty eyes.
One is his master, his King.
The other holds his heart captive,
greedy, greedy.
She is porcelain skin, bloody hair.
Her mouth is a wicked creature,
poison her weapon of choice
(And how she has poisoned him)
She lusts for the throne
He thwarts her at every turn
Its a strange game,
tearing each other apart