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She sat at the stairs to the palace, turning the rose over in her hand.

The color of my eyes. How romantic.

Then the shock of it all faded, and she curled up and cried.

She couldn't even bring herself to step further from the palace. How pathetic.

In the ruins of Os Alta, she sat, sobbing. Because she wasn't strong enough for this after all.

And, from the highest peak of the palace, watched Ravka's demon prince. And he felt powerless to do anything.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 | GRISHAVERSE OC FICWhere stories live. Discover now