Laga, Ragalor — The Fire Chose

Raise the banners
Feed the fire
Peace wears iron
Before it learns warmth
They dressed me in a raven's crown
Silver braided through my hair
Every jewel another burden
Every step another prayer
They wrapped me in the wolf's old cloak
Forged from winters, blood, and pride
They called me king before the feast
Yet chained the man they hid inside
Two banners
One fire
Neither trusts the dawn
Let them own the treaty
But never our hearts
Let them crown the silence
We'll speak beneath the sparks
If peace is forged by borrowed vows
We'll forge our own tonight the
North may witness hands unite
Only love can bind our lives
Before the hall
I wore cold stone
No smile lived behind my eyes
Every elder watched for weakness
Every warrior measured lies
I knew the woman beneath the crown
The one who stood against my blade
Not the bride they offered kingdoms
But the fire that never changed
No battlefield
No sacred wood
Only the truth between us
Let them own the treaty
But never our hearts
Let them praise the union
We'll guard the hidden spark
They may write our names in history
As peace made flesh and bone
But every vow that matters now
Is ours, and ours alone
This crown feels heavier than armor
This peace cuts deeper than war
Will they ever trust us
They don't have to
Then who do we become
Not Raven
Not Wolf
Just two hearts choosing
Let them own the treaty
We'll keep the flame
Guard the borders
We'll guard the name
No elder writes the road we walk
No hatred owns tomorrow
The fire that witnessed all our wars
Now witnesses our promise
Let them own the treaty
But never our hearts
No more pretending
No more hiding
Outside...
The
North found peace inside...
We found each other