Verse 1 White silk against the altar air Your pulse a steady drum City waiting, holding breath For what we’ll both become Crown heavy on my head Your veil beneath my hand Not love that draws you to me now But ancient, iron command Pre-Chorus Candles lean to watch us Witness to the rite You tremble — not from doubt But from the weight of night Chorus Kneel for the vow Offer your breath This is tradition This is your depth No tender words No trembling plea You wear my mark You belong to me Slow now… Let the legend start. Verse 2 I lift your chin with measured grace Study mortal skin So warm, so brief, so unaware Of what you’re entering Your heartbeat stutters Beautiful and bright A fragile little metronome Begging to be claimed tonight Pre-Chorus Silence like a curtain Drawn across the room Your innocence unfolding Like a quiet bloom Chorus Kneel for the vow Offer your breath This is tradition Closer to death I take my time I take my due Your body learning What kings can do Slow now… Don’t close your eyes. Bridge No rush, my bride We have centuries to spare I trace the line of your devotion Feel your surrender there Not stolen. Not sweet. Not soft. Earned. Your gasp becomes the anthem Your arch becomes the seal Every careful movement A dynasty made real Final Chorus Kneel for the vow Open the night This is your crossing This is your rite No fairy tale No fragile dream Only the joining Of hunger and queen Slow… slower… You are mine by blood and breath — And now The city has its princess.