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Authors Note: Hello, my lovelies!!, First off there are some trigger warnings here, unfortunately, I can't list them all due to spoilers. Just be mindful while reading <3 

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒

PROLOGUE

꒰ა ───────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────────── ໒꒱‧

Welcome, dear reader for I have quite the tale for you. Let us travel to a time that is neither before nor after us, it simply exists. A time when ghosts were free to travel as they pleased, crooks roamed the streets and nobles carried themselves with only their voluminous ego. There was once a monarch-ruled kingdom. One fresh and refined. The kingdom was ruled by a cherished and loved King. The king was quite young because he was orphaned sooner than he wished to be. He was charming and sweet but he was naive. As the king grew he felt more alone and he wished for a wife to rule alongside him. A hopeless romantic one would call him. 

But one day while walking along the shores of the neighboring ocean he met a lovely woman. The lady was the most beautiful along the lands he would say. She was as sweet as sugar and as pretty as a rose. Later on, as the two befriended each other the king invited her to the castle even more. The servants would giggle when they saw them going on walks. They were the town gossip, the two of them. two pees of the same pod. Soon the nickname that the King had for her stuck, everyone now knew her as Rose. " Oh Rose, she's just a treat to be around' some would say "My if she becomes the queen they will have the most fabulous children" another would reply. As for Rose, she had quite the tongue and everything she said charmed you right to the core. 

A year later the king made the decision to propose to her. Rose was thrilled when the day came. They got married and lived happily for a long time. It was the perfect happily ever after.  Unfortunately, the king grew to become ill, for his behavior changed every day, slowly in fact. the blood drained out of his face making him paler than he once was. the servants whisper rumors of what could have happened. " Oh my, the king must be growing old" one would say "Perhaps the queen sucked the childhood out of him" another laughs. 

Days go by. 

The king dies and everyone is prepared for his funeral, several cry, but the queen says nothing at all during the funeral. She must have been in too much shock to cry, some would say but everyone knows besides that her behavior has changed drastically. Every day afterward her personality changed. Rose was no longer the cheerful girl once before. She changed. the queen was said to be bearing a child. Rose is ecstatic about this. Months pass. Rose's behavior went straight back to normal. The day came, and the child was finally born. The kingdom celebrates and they make a grand feast. Days later a servant came into the queen's chamber to bid her farewell. But as she crept into the room the sight she saw had her on her knees. 

The queen. 

Rose. 

Oh dear, how can one explain this?

There was blood. Blood everywhere and Rose...

 Rose's mouth has gone halfway through the baby's head. Her mouth stretched unnaturally showing off a large set of spiked teeth. It widened as it crashed right into the baby's neck. leaving a sickening splat of guts spread everywhere.  Bones lay across the sidelined room along with the splatters of blood and gore decorated the walls. On accident, The door creaks ever so slightly and Rose's head immediately swiveled towards the servant. Her head did a 360 and faced the servant with serpent-like eyes. The servant makes a move toward the hallway. that's when Rose lunged. The door closed but before doing so you could catch a glimpse of a shining red heart in a glass case. One that could have belonged to a charming, sweet, and naive young king. 

The servant was never heard from again. Rose goes along with her days with the facade of being grief-stricken for the sole reason of hunting for her next spouse to victimize.

 I suppose that Rose has quite literally sucked the youth from the king. 

I suppose every rose does, in fact, have its own thorn. 

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Authors Note: Okay, okay I know what your thinking " Shit dude- that escalated" but seriously what'd you think : Too dark? Not dark enough? Fast passed? Severely cringe please stop making my eyes bleed? Reminders that if you have any constructive feedback feel free to let me know - Red xxx

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