LOUIS
It's been four hundred fifty-three and three-quarters days
Since my last promotion
Which is four hundred fifty-three and three-quarters days
Of dutiful devotion
To secretarial duties I achieve with perfect ease
The nobles find me…useful and I always try to please
I'm the King's right hand, and also left, and lips, and maybe tongue
These are the beleaguered legs on which the country's run
I've earned a rest, or something more than just a baronet
But Jason has his favor now, and I'm yesterday's pet

When you're small
You bat your eyes, tell pretty lies, and usually that works
But marrying a princess is beyond the cutest clerks
When you're small
To compensate, you bloviate; your words are all you've got
But if nobody's listening, that's really not a lot
When you're small
You get ignored when kings get bored, you could play by the book
But if you don't take action, then you'll just get overlooked
When you're small
You lose your grip, one stupid slip, you're right back at the start
I'll make the king remember why he first set me apart

I need some way to capture his attention
A perfect plan to power my ascension
I've never cared about the hearts I break
So what if there was one more heart at stake?
Prince Rowan is right for the untrained assassin
A political tragedy waiting to happen
He and his friends spend their evenings blaspheming
The name of their king as he suffers their scheming
Gossip in court says the king wants him dead
And he'll reward whoever parts him from his head

When you're small
You should be strong, do something wrong, to try and set things right
What's one more moral broken if you'll never be a knight?
So I'm small
But I'll use my grit and perfect smile, I'll use my wit as I compile
A cute facade, demure and flirty
I'll even—my God—get my own hands dirty

To someday earn the royal crown
And never let my country down
I'm no small-time noble
With small-scale callings
The biggest changes
Start from small things
You can have it all
When you're…
When you're small