Duty shows the way

I found the White Tree, but my lady did not come.

I want to scream and shout at the one I once named father who dangled her before me as my price only to keep her at the end.
But I cannot, I must not, for I am the King of the West.
And a king does not cry.

I know what is expected; smile and get yourself an heir.
I will look for a queen for my City, though my heart will break. Another mask, another round of hide and seek.

My reign may be blessed, but my life will remain an agonizing torture.