Her name is Evelia. She turned evil to avenge her true love, Mageil, who died at the hands of her sister. Her sister was dying at heart, but Evalia didn't care, she just wanted to get away, away from. So she visited the Lair of the Fallen Heart, where in it, she found a withered rose, and enchanted rose. It was so deep a red, it looked like shining blood turned to gistening petals. The stem was such a ghostly green it shone like snowflakes at night. Evalia was so entranced by the rose's beauty, she didn't realize she had reached out to stroke the petals until it was too late. She had barely brushed the stem when there was heart ripping pain in her chest. There was a pale thorn in her finger. Evalia pulled and pulled at the thorn, strained as hard as she could, but it wouldn't come out. In fact the more she tugged the further it went in, and the further it went in the more her heart broke. She tried in vain to get it out, until, she couldn't see it anymore, the wound it made had healed, but her heart was shattered. It hat turned her golden hair scarlet, drained her face of the little color it once had and she has never left. she rebuilt the Lair of the Fallen Heart with the enchantment of the rose, speaking to it her wishes before sleeping next to it. Her throne is made of the thorns from her heart, her bed is made of the petals fallen from the rose, and her dress is made of the blood she spilt, and the tears she wept for her broken heart. Queen Evalia of the Heart of the Rose, still command her palace, deep in the forest of the Withers. No one has seen her since, exsept for one. A tall, handsome man, by the name of.......
  Mageil.

~LB

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