The Royal Romance

pped low in the sky, casting a golden hue that bathed the landscape in warmth, yet for her, the light offered little comfort, overshadowed by the persistent shadows of her past. As she st

ed away by the winds of time, urging her to chase after the sun. For Scarlet,

gled with the crisp air. She could remember the laughter that soared effortlessly with the birds, her heart beating in tandem with the rhythm of the earth. But the idyllic frame of her early memories was shattered one fateful evening when whispers of smoke began to c

Eldoria. Yet that laughter was short-lived, doused by flames that reached hungrily for the sky, illuminating the night with a grotesque brilliance. Scarlet remembered that evening with a clarity that cut like glass. The crackling of fire had been the song of despair, a

er own inner turmoil. In moments like these, the strength someone thought they had often dissolved into primordial fears, and Scarlet had felt her world disintegrate into chaos. She could still feel the heat licking at her skin, the acrid smell of smoke clawing at her throat. And

es of young Scarlet's heart. It was a command to survive, to flee the devastation as she clutched a ragged toy, her beloved stuffed wolf, the only thing her hands had been able to grasp amid the chaos. She had raced down the alleyways, blinded by terror, stumbling t

ond her pack of Wolves, she was the scarred girl, a mere shadow of what was once vibrant life. But in their sanctuary, she was more than just her scars; she embodied resilience and a fiery spirit that dared to challenge the confines of her fate. The pack, an amalgamation of lost souls each bear

The connection she forged with her pack was deep and profound, as each member had experienced darkness, stitched together by the threads of their shared pain. Together, they built their own narrative, a tale marked by triumphs over adversity and a f

on of their shared struggles. Scarlet couldn't avoid the pull of his presence, for he wielded an energy that often infused her with a sense of hope. The pack had become her lifeline, an extension of her will to protect, and strengthen, a twis

er, a revitalizing flame beckoning her to rise. Here, in the thick of the present, lay the chance for something greater. Scarlet swallowed her uncertainty, her scars for the first time resonating with a purpose against the backdrop of th

was becoming something savagely beautiful, an embodiment of a girl who would rise, forged by the flames that had once threatened to engulf her completely. And even as the memories of the