Monarchy
Millenia sits within the golden round: generations in diamonds and a lineage in ruby.
Opulence, hand in hand with duty, flickers in candlelit banquets and the murmurs of treaties signed.
Noblemen and ladies in waiting, servants, secretaries and Beefeaters, swirl and meld together all,
Adding colours and contrasts, shades and hues to a timeless tapestry: a timeline regal and royal.
Ruler by blood, chosen by God - a hereditary right, role and responsibility shrouded in silk.
Conquering lands and chartering futures, brethren challenged by broken communions.
Head of vast nations protecting small villages, hands stretch over oceans that pat locals on the back.
Your history entwined with each Henry and Edward, James and Elizabeth both: a filigree ancestry.
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