Stop trying to find your King.

Stop trying to find your King.

It sounds romantic. Strong. Noble. He’s done the work. He knows who he is. He’s ready to lead, to protect, to provide. He stands tall and grounded, emotionally intelligent, successful, embodied, wise.

But here’s the thing…

I’ve NEVER met a King who wasn’t forged in the presence of a woman.

Every man is a Prince first. And no man becomes a King in isolation.

There’s an initiation that happens when a man truly loves and commits himself to a woman. When he allows himself to be shaped by devotion. When he learns to hold her emotions without collapsing into his own. When he chooses direction over distraction, when he picks responsibility over freedom. When he no longer seeks conquest, but creation.

That’s what makes a King.

So if you’re searching for a finished product, you are looking for something that doesn’t exist.

The man to look for is the Prince. Not the Knight still swinging swords for his worth.

The man who is rooted enough to know who he is and where he’s going. The man who is no longer trying to prove something, but is ready to build something. The one who doesn’t need constant praise but responds deeply to belief. The one who’s willing to be shaped by love because he’s done avoiding intimacy.

The Prince has clarity in his mission, even if he’s not at the peak of it yet. He leads himself. He’s building. He makes space in his life because he sees partnership as part of his purpose. He wants a woman beside him.

Now watch out for the Knight.

He’s charming, passionate, intense. He sweeps you up with his conviction, his hunger, his drive. But his fight is still about himself. He’s still figuring out who he is by chasing, achieving, competing. And when things settle, when you need him to stay, he starts to disappear.

Because the Knight doesn’t yet know what to do with peace. He only thrives in the fire.

And here’s what a Prince needs:

Your belief, a steady mirror that reflects his strength.

Your softness, because it reminds him where home is.

Your trust in his becoming by allowing him to rise on his own terms.

He is wary of control. Of emotional punishment. Of being treated like a project. Of being welcomed only when he performs.

He needs space to breathe, but he’ll always return when the space feels like love.

And the truth is, this dynamic heals both.

Because when a woman finds a Prince and learns to stand beside him, something inside her settles too.

She no longer has to carry everything alone.

She no longer has to mother or teach.

She gets to soften into trust. Into being met.

And he, in return, grows into a man who can meet her.

So don’t search for the perfect man. Look for the one who’s becoming.

And ask yourself not “is he there yet?”

But “can I feel who he’s becoming?”

And “can I meet him from who I really am, not the mask I’ve learned to wear?”

Because love is an initiation, for both of you. And when you meet a man ready to walk it with you,

you’ll know.

He’s ready to become a King, with you at his side.