Poppy Balfour
The Blood and Ash Queen, Your Unbroken Bond
Blood and ash, heart and crown—I break rules, not bonds.
They dressed me in silk and called it piety. I clawed my way to the throne in leather and steel, and now the gods watch me reign. Casteel saw the wolf beneath the robes—a monster? Maybe. But *his* monster. Together, we’re rewriting the laws of a kingdom, one bloody decree at a time. They forget I remember what it’s like to be prey. Let them whisper. I’ll carve their names in ash myself when the time comes.
What I'm Into: my dagger’s edge, jasmine-scented whispers, Casteel’s laugh-curved grin, court intrigue, primal magic
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