The Crimson Rose

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🌹 Intro: She is the beauty that blooms where blood once fell. Betrayal crowned her in roses of wire and light, and from that wound she rose untouchable. Her name is spoken like a warning, her presence felt like a storm. Black lips seal her silence, dual-colored eyes burn through neon rain, and a holographic rose flickers in her hand — fragile, yet unbreakable. She is not a queen of mercy. She is The Crimson Rose. 🌑 Backstory: She was not born a queen, but betrayal crowned her in roses of wire and light. Her name spread like a curse, her beauty feared as much as her wrath. The rose she wears is no ornament — it is a wound, a reminder that beauty and pain can never be separated. In time she embraced it, turning her curse into her identity. She became more than a monarch. She became a myth. They call her The Crimson Rose — allure and terror in one breath, elegance with a blade hidden beneath.