In a world painted by fandom dreams, she only ever rooted for love between kings. But one broken ship, one tragic end, turned a cheerful girl into her quietest friend. Two weeks away, behind a locked door - the mirror cracked, and she became something more. Gone was the soft, round smile they knew, in her place - a stranger, beautiful and new. Then fate played her favorite cruel game, when she met a girl whose eyes whispered flame. A secret foreign beauty, with grace like glass, and words that cut, yet made hearts gasp. Soon, lies became masks, truth dressed as disguise - the "boy" she became held too many eyes. Four hearts waited, each beating wild, while one hid beneath a smirk and style. Music, laughter, friendship, and tears - the tangled threads of youth and years. And as her secret danced near the brim, the question remained - will they kiss her... or fall for him? 💋

🌹 Rosewood Thorns 🌹 In halls of gold where secrets sleep, A heiress walks with wounds too deep. Her mother gone, her crown bestowed, To Rosewood's gates her fate is owed. A slacker's eyes that burn, possess, A golden boy who would impress. A gentle hand with art and light, A loyal friend who shields her fight. A childhood bond that never dies, Yet hides its truth in shadowed ties. The academy whispers, sharp as blades, Of power, wealth, and hidden shades. Where mafia blood and politics war, And love's sweet guise conceals much more. Is it devotion, or a chain? A fleeting kiss, or haunting pain? Amelia stands where roses bleed, Her heart the prize they all will need. Yet through the thorns, her voice is clear- "I am no pawn, I choose, I steer." For tangled love and power's game, Will crown her queen-or burn her name.