War of the Rose
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Kathrine Rose stares back into her cold reflection upon the looking glass. The princess notices the subtly changes in her elegant features.
Her emerald ivy green eyes no longer glimmer with delight. Now dulled and darkened at the impure she has seen taint her kingdom.
The aggression and pain stricken expression she hides like a masquerade. Her only ambition as ruler is to provide the purest form of justice to herself. Even if that means cleansing the kingdom of its sins against her. For the men who have wronged her will pay.
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