by Dua Abdullah
They chained the last Rose of Rosenthal to the General who burned her kingdom. She was meant to be a symbol. A cage. She chose to be his daughter instead. Now she's dug up the truth: the roses grow on her mother's grave. And the General planted them. Some crowns are inherited. Hers was unearthed in blood.
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