Hear now the tale of Claire of Tieraton.
A Princess of the realm beloved by all
and though he wished as Lord’s do for a son,
her father loved her as he were her thrall.
An heir she was and raised in such a Hall
as few among the populace had seen.
She lived beneath Torgándon’s great Salt Wall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

Adventures did she have and one by one
they pressed her fighting spirit toward a fall,
but each time, cheating death, she rose undone.
She faced Ulceriss and her witch’s Call
that caused the mob to turn and vicious maul.
Each brother fought while Claire’s rich, glitt’ring sheen
brought to a stand still all the angry mall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

‘Twas Misserat who men all chose to shun.
Another of the Naw, but scarcely all
and Claire has faced the wight without the sun.
Beneath a pounding rain, a witch wrought squall,
she heard the first bright sound of Heaven’s call.
Despair she fought as would a Lord that’s keen
and chose to leap a cliff to dare the fall,
but ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.

There’s more to tell, these simple tales aren’t all.
The hints I share are nothing like I’ve seen
and I’ve been with her~ backs against the wall
and ne’er did Claire e’er think herself a Queen.