note: none of the characters or anything listed below doesnt belong to me, except for the poem which i wrote... in other words, wut i wrote about doesnt belong to me, but i own wut i wrote.

How short you stand

Is nothing new,

To the castle on the hill.

Not your marriage either,

They all saw it coming,

Perhaps they were warned by your flaming red hair.

But poor Keladry

The oblivious child

That recieved gifts

And other precious things

She had no idea

No Idea

No idea

No idea

Shocking news it was to her

Oh indeed she was happy

She thought; next year i will be her squire

only for that to be turned down too

But soon enough

She knew it was

T'was time for them to be together

For years they wanted

To meet;

to really talk,

All they really wanted was someone to confide in

About Cleon and Joren

And George and the Prince

Seperation was easy for neither.

Kel longed for the day,

But all seemed hopeless,

Someday they hoped that their dreams would come true.

And then there was that day . . .