Page 94 of Song of the Heart Scale
Rise up, ye folk, and break his chain,
Restore the flame, undo the pain.
I slowly sat up,my wine glass long forgotten. That song...
When the door creaked open, I didn’t even look up.
“Lysandra,” I said, my voice tight.
She entered like she always did—with grace, the scent of jasmine clinging to her skin, her gown a deep crimson that shimmered like blood under candlelight. Her eyes found me immediately, curious and calculating. The moment she stepped inside, I was already on my feet.
I crossed the space between us in three strides and grabbed her wrist. She gasped, her eyes widening. “What is the name of that song?” I demanded.
She blinked, startled by the roughness in my tone. “What song?”
“The one the girl is singing. The one about the princes, the heart scale, the betrayal, the famine.”
Her brows rose in realization. “Oh. That one. It’s calledSong of the Heart Scale.”
My breath caught in my throat. It felt like the floor tilted beneath me. “Who wrote it? How long has it been circulating?”
She looked thoughtful, then uncertain. “I… I don’t know who wrote it. People say it just started popping up in different taverns. A bard sang it once in Eastwatch, then another in the Southern Market. Now everyone knows it. It’s spreading faster than the plague did two decades ago.”
He wears the crown,but not the right.
He stole the fire, he quenched the light.
Two lovers cursed, two worlds undone—
No tyrant stands when truth is sung.
So spreadthis song from mount to glen, from market stall to keep,
Let every voice become a torch, and rouse the land from sleep.
For love once torn can still be healed, the heart-scale still can gleam,
But only when the dragon wakes and breaks the tyrant’s dream.
Oh,heart-scale bright, oh heart-scale true,
He fights for love, not throne or due.
The phoenix waits, the curse may end,
If hearts arise, and hands defend.
Rise up, ye folk, and join the flame,
Let truth be sung in dragon’s name.
He took the heart,not meant for his chest,
With blood on his hands and gold on his breath.
But storms are brewing where shadows fall,
And the phoenix waits to burn it all.
