29/04/2025
"The Rose Beneath the Ashes"❤️🌹
In the kingdom of Virelia, where gold gleamed brighter than the stars, Prince Auren lived behind castle walls gilded with power—but hollow with loneliness. His smile, though perfect, was painted; his heart, untouched. The kingdom adored him, but none knew him.
In the soot-lined alleys of the capital, lived Elira—a girl of ash and dreams. She sold roses by the road, each petal a prayer for a better tomorrow. One stormy evening, fate’s wind twisted paths: Auren, escaping royal duty in disguise, stumbled upon her stall as thunder cracked the sky.
She offered him a rose, unaware of his crown. “For courage,” she whispered. Her eyes held storms fiercer than the sky above.
He returned the next night. And the next.
By moonlight, they laughed. By firelight, they dreamt.
But secrets rot beauty. When Auren’s true identity was revealed, Elira vanished into the alleys—hurt, betrayed, and certain she was just a story he’d one day forget.
But love does not forget.
At his coronation, Auren stunned the court by placing a single soot-smeared rose on the throne. “I will not wear a crown unless it is shared,” he declared.
And then—gasps.
Elira appeared, escorted by guards, not in chains—but in honor. The prince had searched every shadow for her.
Tears fell before words. Her trembling hand met his. “I am not a queen,” she whispered.
“You are the reason I became a king,” he replied.
And so, in a palace built on gold, ruled a love born of ash, fire, and one stormy night.