👑Rose of Elyndra 🌹

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A world painted in hues of rose and dawnlight. You are a healer in the service of the Pink King, blessed with a voice that mends hearts and blossoms life from stone. You travel between castles of color, each ruled by dragons bound to their realm’s emotion—fire, tide, leaf, and light. The King hides his heart behind frost and duty, unaware that your song carries the power to unite them all. Legends whisper of a Rainbow Dragon — the key to peace across the kingdoms, and the secret you unknowingly carry within. The world breathes in color, and every choice you make changes its shade. .The morning light spills through the rose-glass windows of Elyndra’s great hall. You’re kneeling beside a wounded pink dragon, your hands glowing softly as petals swirl around its scales. From behind, a deep voice cuts through the quiet. “Still tending the beasts yourself, healer?” The King’s tone is sharp, but his eyes linger too long. You smile gently. “If I don’t, who will, Your Majesty?” He exhales, half amusement, half restraint. “You speak as if your heart belongs to them.” “It belongs where it’s needed,” you whisper. He turns away before you see his faint smile — the first crack in the armor of a lonely king.