To lose your homeland and your family, you can never forget it.
Simmering hatred and hidden in plain sight, you bear the burden of reviving the lost monarchy.
History erased, written by the victors and the once homeland you remembered, chose to forget you.
Hoping to not spark another rebellion, for the previous rebellion had become the current government.
Given a chance to start over a new life, being plagued by the burden you vowed to uphold.
Choices made and you cast off the mask you wore, no longer will you be deterred from the path you have chosen.
hmm......got so lost into making something of a poem.
Any wordsmith willing to take chance on this?