10 partes Continúa 🌹 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.