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Royal Dance of Mellidora & King Bruce 1 by Nizamudeen

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Royal Dance of Mellidora & King Bruce 1

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A promise kept, King Bruce stands at the corner, cape folded, gazed steady as a storm.
Lines etched like metal scars, but in his eyes, a softer form
She spins past the shadows, wild and uncontained, He watches like a lighthouse steady through the rain
Two worlds collide, where the city forgets to breathe, A spark in the cold, a pulse beneath the leaves
Belladonna, and King Bruce, under blue skies bright, She ignites a wildfire, he holds a fading light
Together they carve out a story that won't unwind, A clash of fears and calm, the rhythm of intertwined
He's the quiet thunder in the hold of a night's clash, She's the flame licking edges of forgotten maps
In the crowds murmur, their footsteps from a different tune, His voice a steady anchor, hers the leaf of the moon
She spins past the shadows, wild and uncontained, He watches like a lighthouse steady through the rain
Two worlds collide, where the city forgets to breathe, A spark in the cold, a pulse beneath the leaves
Belladonna, and King Bruce, under blue skies bright, She ignites a wildfire, he holds a fading light
Together they carve out a story that won't unwind, A clash of fears and calm, the rhythm of intertwined
Beneath the crowns of thrones, one night knows their names, No hollow echoes here, just sparks and whispered flames
Side by side, the quiet king and the storm untamed, In their steps, the city shifts, never quite the same
Belladonna, and King Bruce, under blue skies bright, She ignites a wildfire, he holds a fading light
Together they carve out a story that won't unwind, A clash of fears and calm, the rhythm of intertwined
She's the pulse that wakes the street, he's the call beneath the roar
Belladonna dances, King Bruce opens the door