She was ever so pretty, and ever so fair:
Her beauty was such that none can compare.
No one saw me when she was near
And so I say with cocky sneer:
For the want of the beauty I sold the King's crown
I was ever so loyal, a confidante true;
I did whatever she asked me to do.
But I was not royal and never could be:
This much was always made clear to me.
For the want of Respect,
I sold the King's crown
He was so grand-the mighty warlord.
Where mortal man walked, the immortal soared:
The power of shifting to hide from your eyes-
This wonderful gift- - He offered to I:
For the want of the power,
I sold the King's crown.
I sold the King's crown, his country as well-
Solely that I in splendor could dwell.
I gave my best friend-her children too-
Thanks to them, my power grew-
Sorry my friend, but I - - I
Have sold the King's Crown
Well, do you think that I wrote Lady Kylie well? Them me so that I know how to write her in my story. My thanks to all.