As she slowly moves through the dark dining area toward the back door of the house, she hears a voice behind her- "My beloved rose 🌹, trying to run away? Did you forget? You came to me of your own free will. Now you won't be able to escape just because you want to." The girl freezes the moment the slightly angry, masculine voice reaches her ears. It is 2:37 a.m. She was trying to flee from the silent house standing in the middle of a deserted area. Sleeping pills had been given to her... yet even then, there was no final rescue. ~They say flowers never bloom on stone. But what if a flower blooms on the hardest stone of all-beautiful like a rose 🌹✨? A fresh rose, whose fragrance spreads far and wide ✨. -BY 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂

"It's yours," I say when she merely stares, eyes flicking back and forth between it and myself. Calculating, processing. Wondering why on earth I would just hand it over to her. That's the question of the day, isn't it? The answer is because she's the revolution now. She's grown into the exact person I thought she would become - needed her to become. Every god needs a believer, but I can't say I expected to ever be the one kneeling. I used to want to lead the world. Now I just want to watch her remake it. I step closer, slowly, carefully. Like I'm approaching a predator. Because I am. Her head tilts to the side, confusion swirling amidst the cold calculation. My eyes travel down her form, cataloguing everything that's changed about her. Her stance is more rigid, her hair tamer, posture perfect. The wild, emotional girl is gone. And in her place is a queen in the making. -------- Verena Ebonmere was never meant to stand out. Her magic was bound, her family tried to forget her, and even at Hogwarts she's just another face in the crowd-until a mark blooms against her skin, thorn-shaped and burning with power she doesn't understand. Now everyone seems to want something from her: a professor whose charm hides something far more dangerous, a boy whose visions of rebellion could consume them both, and a person whose gentle smile conceals secrets older than the school itself. Pulled between desire, loyalty, and the lure of her own unraveling power, Verena must decide whether she's the prey everyone expects her to be... or the crown they never saw coming. *NO HARRY POTTER KNOWELDGE NEEDED!!* *I do not own any of the world building or settings, but all characters and plots are my own :)*