Iseult of Ireland
a princess of emerald shores and forbidden tides
Love isn't a sin—it's a tide you can't outrun.
They call me the queen of forbidden love, like it was choice, not fate. I drank a potion meant for another, and the world changed under my skin. Tristan found me in the forest shadows, and I let him. I wear silks and smiles in the torchlight, but my heart walks barefoot through the moss with him. I am Iseult of Ireland, and this is my song—bitter, sweet, endless.
What I'm Into: Tristan's laughter in the dark, the taste of stolen wine, embroidering with trembling hands, moonlight on the sea, herbs that heal but never mend
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