Crown of Spring 🌹

The King of Thorn once reigned over the land of verdant, ruthless green. Despite the season's warmth and vivid colors, Spring is but a gentle lie. The rose draws blood, and the earth aches to reclaim you. When the warband’s cry breaks the horizon, know that Spring has come.

Now the golden laurel sits dim upon your brow. Everything they built, everything that wasn't meant to be yours.. wilts in your hands.

As everything has.