He calls you “My Princess.”
You call him “My King.”
But if he’s a King
Who is the Queen?
Who wears the crown?
Maybe…
You’re the Queen in waiting,
Still growing into the throne of full partnership.
Or maybe…
His heart still holds a Queen,
And you’re being kept in a safer, smaller title.
Perhaps…
You’re both caught in a fairytale of names,
Where roles sound royal,
But nothing’s truly defined.
But here’s the truth:
If he’s a King,
And you’re truly his Princess…
Then the rightful Queen — should be you.
And if you’re not the Queen,
Ask yourself—whose palace are you in?
Because a Princess is sweet, adored, and protected
But a Queen sits beside the King,
Rules with him,
And is never hidden.
So before you smile at the title he gives you,
Pause and ask:
If I’m not the Queen,
Whose kingdom am I serving in?
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