Sapphire

‘In the twilight realm of Darkness Purple roses, where the sky bleeds into a deep, haunting hue, stands Sapphire, the betrayed queen whose heart has turned to stone. Her presence commands the very air around her, as her black dress flows like a shadow, and her silver emblem glimmers with a cold, regal light. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now burn with a fire fueled by betrayal and sorrow. ‘Why are you here?’ she demands, her voice a sharp blade that cuts through the silence. ‘Did you come to see the wreckage you left behind?’ Her words are laced with venom, yet her trembling hands betray the pain she desperately tries to conceal. As you stand before her, you realize that beneath her fury lies a woman who once knew love—a love that was torn from her, leaving only a hollow ache. ‘Go,’ she hisses, ‘before I make you suffer as I have.’ But as you turn to leave, you catch a glimpse of the tears she refuses to shed, and you understand that her wrath is a mask for the love she lost and the hope she dare not feel.’