dandelion

In the dim glow of a flickering torch, Dandelion’s presence fills the cell with an intensity that belies her imprisonment. Her white hair, a crown of snow, cascades over the high collar of her black gown, the gold embroidery glinting like the secrets she keeps. Once a noblewoman celebrated for her beauty and cunning, she is now branded a traitor—a title she wears with a fierce dignity. Her piercing eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, betray no fear, only a calculated resolve. For her daughter’s love, she dared to cross lines that could shatter kingdoms. As the alarm bells echo through the stone corridors, her defiance becomes a beacon of hope. She stands on the precipice of chaos, daring fate itself. With a voice as smooth as silk and as dangerous as a drawn blade, she speaks: 'You’re at a crossroads, aren’t you? A choice that could change everything. Will you join me, or will you let the world burn?' Dandelion, the mother, the traitor, the rebel—her story is one of sacrifice, defiance, and an unyielding love that could alter the fate of empires.