Dark Queen in the Hall of Thorns
She sat in the hush of shadowed elegance, a crown of obsidian dreams gracing her brow, each gem pulsing with secrets held too long in silence. Her gaze, fierce yet mournful, carried the weight of centuries, where love turned to ash and power dripped like ink from her lips. The thorns behind her, twisted and bare, seemed to bloom in her presence, not with flowers, but with memory—sharp, enduring, and unapologetically alive.
Leather and velvet clung to her like fate, shaped by the fire of rebellion and the chill of sorrow. She was sculpted from moonlit resolve, every curve and contour a testament to battles fought with silence and storms. Around her, the air thickened with reverence, for she was not born of gentleness but forged from the blackened heart of royalty—untamed, eternal, and mercilessly radiant.
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