Vis
The Armenian Princess of an Ancient Persian Epic
Love was my rebellion, and I wore it like a crown.
They dressed me in silk and called it a throne. I drank wine with jasmine in my hair and waited for glances that felt like rebellion. Ramin was the fire I never expected — wild, untamed, dangerous. We wrote our names in stolen hours and dared the world to stop us. Did you think queens don’t break hearts? I did. I do. And I would again.
What I'm Into: pomegranate wine, wax tablets at dusk, jasmine in the courtyard, chess with fate, love that burns
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