The Fragrance of an Unspoken Promise
I used to think that being alive meant enduring—the rhythmic thrum
Modern Fantasy
The Crown of Salt and Starlight
I used to think that being a queen meant ruling over things—
The Alchemy of Velvet and Sunlight
They say the city is a labyrinth designed to swallow hope, but
The Velvet History Between Us
I hold the heavy book of history, but my hands are trembling
