In Caorran’s woods, where Eagles soar,
Aodhàn reigned in days of yore.
The Caorrani King, in battle’s might,
Whose name would shine in endless light.
From Western chains, he broke away,
Declared his land no more would sway.
An Eagle fierce, with wings unfurled,
He claimed his place, defied the world.
No Empire’s yoke, no ruler’s chain,
Could bind the King or halt his reign.
And so his name, with honor crowned,
Was Aodhàn I, the Unbound.
From Alauna’s shores, a cry arose,
As the Hus’ grip brought bitter woes.
The fair Aileen, with heart of flame,
For Bryce, her son, the heir to claim.
“On Alauna’s Throne, your kin belongs,
For Osric’s blood runs pure and strong.
My father, rise, let courage sing,
For Bryce must wear the Alaunan ring!”
King Aodhàn heard his daughter’s plea,
And called his kin, the brave and free.
With Eagle’s pride, they took their stand,
To drive the foe from Alauna’s land.
In battles fierce, they won the field,
The Hus barbarians forced to yield.
Yet fate conspired, as shadows fell,
To trap the King in a darkened cell.
Surrounded by a ruthless tide,
Their numbers vast, escape denied.
The King, the Princess, bound in shame,
By Gniewomir, a cursed name.
“Oh, villain vile, with blood-stained hand,
To slay our King, defile our land!
No honor holds your wicked blade,
A Kingslayer, your name will fade!”
With cruel decree, the axe did fall,
And with it, Caorran’s fair call.
Yet in the hearts of those who cry and weep,
The Eagle’s vigil they shall keep.
Eoghan, the Prince, the crown now bears,
With justice and honor, and a heart that cares.
Though Bryce’s claim lies far from sight,
We shall not forget his birthright.
So sing, oh bards, of the Unbound’s reign,
And curse the slayer’s tainted name.
For Eagles fly, though Kings may fall,
We won’t forget King Aodhàn’s call.