A Crown Of Thorns And Roses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hello, mother." "Your Highness." Queen Rosette, mother of Kai and Queen of Gardenia, smiled proudly as her son bowed to her in respect. It was just like yesterday when she pushed this fine young man out of her womb and now, he's all grown into a man. A bachelor which all princesses want to be with. A real eye-catch and a true leader. She has never been so proud of anyone as she's proud of her son. It's just so sad her husband won't get to witness his son climb on and take his rightful place as King.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro

However, if you flip it, it would reveal the darkest truth about it. The thorns of these roses are very visible making the aura really different. The truth is that in most cases, people always expect the prettiest and sweetest flowers of the future. They expect to be able to pass through these flowers like it is the easiest thing they could do in their life. However, if they try to really do it, they would experience the pain in that path. The thorns that can cause blood to drip out from a person's skin. A lot of these could actually leave wounds that would turn into scars.

Every member has a Necklace or bracelet or ring embodied with a claw holding a rose, dripping with blood. It is the cutest thing ever and there's a crown right under the droplets of blood, I didn't encompass the crown but it's a mistake I took as fate when the jewellers made them. All these items can be worn by all but the necklace, and tattoos are according to rankings.

The thorns do prick one’s heart. A hint of red, as dark and thick as dried blood If not death, then life? Its stems glisten bright green in its lush waters Now purple blooming in its core Each water drop flow down its sides Trimmed, held majestic The Black Rose

Her long golden hair is let loose in soft curls, amplifying her beauty. Together, they look like an ethereal couple straight out of a fairy tale. “Are you scared?” Dmitri whispers when he feels her hands go clammy. “A little,” Roseanne whispers back. He firmly grasps her hand in assurance. “I am here,” he assures her. “Do not worry.” Roseanne smiles at him and together, they ascend towards the Oracle who is nodding at them. He studies them as they bow in front of him. Leo steps forward, holding a cushion on which Dmitri’s crown has been placed. The crown has been redesigned for him, made of thick gold band with thousands of tiny silver diamonds on it twirled like branches. In the middle of i

Just beauty for its own sake. Flowers bloomed from our palms, each one reflecting a different perspective. Golden roses for Kael's fierce devotion. Silver lilies for Rhett's sharp intelligence. Blue orchids for Darius's gentle strength. Violet nightshade for Marcus's dark history transformed. And in the center, a bloom that shifted through every color—Lyra's cosmic nature, containing multitudes. We wove them together into a crown. Not for wearing. Just for creating. Just to prove that even as one being, we could still make beautiful things.