We Remember

Under eastern skies, where the coastlines gleam,

Rise the tales of Royce, lost in a dream.

Whispers of a house that once stood tall,

Echoed through the Vale, answering the call.

From mighty Runestone, they held their reign,

Kings of the Vale, proud and free from pain.

They bore the motto, etched in stone,

"We remember," in every bone.

Fallen from glory, their voice still bold,

Stories of the times, their legends told.

Through storm and silence, they stand the test,

House Royce, proud, never blessed the rest.

We remember, in the wind and rain,

House Royce’s name, through joy and pain.

Standing tall by the Narrow Sea,

Royal blood, they’ll always be.

From First Men their bloodline came,

King Royce the Andals did he maime

Now the Arryns are their overlords

But the Vale is protected by their swords

Fallen from glory, their voice still bold,

Stories of the times, their legends told.

Through storm and silence, they stand the test,

House Royce, proud, never blessed the rest.

We remember, in the wind and rain,

House Royce’s name, through joy and pain.

Standing tall by the Narrow Sea,

Royal blood, they’ll always be.

On the coast where the seagulls cry,

Echoes of long-lost kings who defied,

The tumble of how the mighty fell,

But their spirit still rings the bell.

Though the house may fade and grow old,

Their story’s worth more than gold.

In every breeze, on every sea,

House Royce’s legacy, eternally.