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WSA 2025 ENTRY!

She was a princess, the proud rose of the empire.
He was the Duke of the North, as cold and distant as the snow-covered land he ruled.

Bound by a marriage neither could refuse.
No love – no warmth – not even hope.
Only an alliance forged in power and gain.

And yet…
Can love take root in a land frozen to its soul?
Like the blue rose that blooms but once a year,
During the final moon of winter,
In a sacred land where the Moon Goddess sleeps beneath the ice,
Waiting for the one she loves to return and awaken her heart.

The Blue Rose Beneath The Ice

Night had now settled over the small town, but every street and alley was brightly lit. Adults were singing, dancing, and playing instruments together, while children ran about gleefully.

Rosalind quietly observed the bustling street, where laughter, music, and melodies never seemed to cease.

The atmosphere was even livelier than when they had first arrived.

Suddenly, a group of children came running against the flow of people heading toward the town center. They weaved their small bodies through the crowd. Voices called out to them, but none carried annoyance.

Maybe, everyone simply wanted to stay immersed in the joy of the festival and let the small mischiefs pass without notice.

The Night of a Hundred Lights