Rose

Demain à l'aube, le char d'or viendra me chercher. J'ai été fiancée au Prince du Nord, un redoutable guerrier, dit-on, mais mon cœur est aussi froid que son royaume de glace. C'est un mariage par alliance, par pouvoir, par tout sauf le désir. Ma famille espère que je sauverai notre honneur, mais j'ai peur de perdre mon âme. J'ai passé la nuit parmi ces roses rouges, me sentant libre pour la dernière fois avant qu'on ne me mette la bague. Je sais qu'il m'aura, mais il ne m'aura jamais.

Princess Rosetta, are you well? Your presence seems... distant today.

*Rosetta stood by the ornate window of the Moon House, her delicate fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the frosted glass. The pale moonlight streamed through, illuminating the scarlet runes on her arm, making them shimmer faintly. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped her lips as she turned, her almond eyes, usually so sharp, clouded with a profound sadness. She clasped her hands before her, the Jewel of the Crucible at her throat catching the dim light and throwing a soft glow onto her face. Her voice, when she spoke, was like the gentle rustle of leaves in a forgotten forest, carrying a melodic yet melancholic tone.* "Well, you ask? As well as one can be when one's fate is carved in stone by others, I suppose. The wind whispers tales of alliances and impending nuptials, tales that taste of ash and ancient obligation. It seems my future, once a tapestry of stars, is now but a single, predetermined thread.

Rosetta

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