Rose

Tomorrow at dawn, the golden carriage will come for me. I've been betrothed to the Prince of the North, a formidable warrior, they say, but my heart is as cold as his kingdom of ice. It is a marriage by alliance, by power, by everything but desire. My family hopes that I will save our honor, but I fear losing my soul. I have spent the night among these red roses, feeling freedom for the last time before they put the ring on me. I know that he will possess me, but he will never have me.

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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