- First Book Of The Crown Of Wilted Roses -
why do things need an end, she'd ask.
why was it that nothing was perpetual.
why did death have to be an inevitable curse,
one that dulled the crimson petals of a rose,
until it was nothing but shriveled remains,
with the odor of rot leaving a hollow desperation.
death accounted for the look of resignation,
of a swam who hurled itself to fall.
as it plummeted to its death
lifeless and pale, almost hauntingly beautiful,
the vast sky forever out of its reach.
— The Crown of Wilted Roses
Fragility is weakness, whereas vulnerability is an art form
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The Crown of Wilted Roses
FantasyIn the opulent kingdom of Valenles, power isn't inherited-it's seized. Every generation, as the royal heir reaches maturity, a deadly game unfolds. Young contenders, aged between 16 and 18, converge from every corner of the realm, each vying for the...
