Lady of the Court

The peasants gathered at the tower,

With all they could afford.

All had come to offer tribute,

To the realm's new Raven Lord.

…

They'd heard Oberon had been deposed,

Had fled into the night.

So which lord ruled now from the tower?

What wings would take to flight?

…

Yet it was no lord but lady,

Who emerged from tower high.

'Twas the daughter of the Raven Lord,

Child not yet learned to fly.

…

They knew her name as Orphea,

The one who'd fled the Court.

The one who'd fled to Dragon Shire,

For whom her father's knights had sought.

…

"People of the Court," she said,

"Listen to my words."

"My father is realm lord no longer,"

"Now soars a different bird."

…

"To rule some say I am too young,"

"Some call me naught but fool."

"But know that I am not my father,"

"Never shall I be so cruel."

…

"Of you I ask no tribute,"

"Your devotion I must earn."

"But I ask that just from out of hand,"

"My lordship do not spurn."

…

No claps, no cheers, no fanfare,

But perhaps a wary hope.

The gathered crowd, they all departed,

With their harvest, sheep and goats.

…

Perhaps there was hope for this realm,

Some thought, those less forlorn.

Hope for the Court, hope for the Nexus,

A hope to calm the Storm.