Stone by Day, Love by Night

the recent revelation still heavy on his shoulders. The roses seemed to glow faintly in the moonlight, their colors more vibrant than ever before, as

nse the undercurrent of urgency in her voice. She had known that something w

surrounded them. "The curse is tied to something more than just your bloodline.

g so elusive? The garden stretched out before him, vast and full of secrets, and now, he had to

ed with frustration. "I can feel it, Elara. But how do w

he first step, Alistair. You've accepted the magic of the roses. Now, you n

more like a labyrinth of confusion. Every path, every petal, seemed to be part of a puzzle tha

. The energy was undeniable-powerful, ancient, and strange. The roses weren't just flowers. They we

triking him. "What if the key isn't a

of understanding passing acros

n between the roses and his own bloodline. It was as if the garden had always known he would be the one to come seeking the trut

his voice filled with wonder. "Maybe the roses have

may be bound to your bloodline, but it's not just about what was done to you. It's about what you are capable

f having the power to break the curse within himself felt overwhelming. Could

f he wanted to be free of the curse, to live a life without the fear of turning

fingers to brush against the petals, letting the magic of the garden flow into him. The energy was intense, more powerf

nd present merged together, showing him the path forward. He saw the moment when the curse had been placed on his family, the ancient magic

ng balance to the garden, to the magic that had been disrupted all those years ago. The roses were the

n the garden, his heart pounding in his chest. He

I need to go deeper into the garden. The roses... they're gu

ips. "You've come so far already, Alistair. The garde

oses had shown him the way forward, and now it was up to him to follow it. The curse would be broken

air knew that he was no longer just a prince cursed by fate. He was the key