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[center][i]The king was dying.
Though no formal declaration had been made, the truth moved through the realm faster than ravens ever could. Whispers filled castle halls and crowded taverns alike, carried in lowered voices between lords, merchants, soldiers, and servants.
The Crown was weakening.
And so was the peace it had spent decades holding together.
The heir to the throne, Prince Aeryn, was not a cruel man. Nor was he foolish. He was educated, measured, and far kinder than the kingdom required of its future ruler. But kindness did little to inspire confidence in a realm forged through conquest and maintained by the threat of steel.

The houses of Selvalis had begun to notice.
Some pledged loyalty publicly while sharpening blades in private. Others quietly strengthened their armies beneath the guise of “border protection,” while old alliances, long thought buried, stirred once more. Trade routes became battlegrounds for influence. Minor disputes between bannermen escalated into bloodshed. In the capital, smiles grew sharper as loyalties grew uncertain.
No one dared speak openly of succession. Not while the king still breathed. But the realm had already begun preparing for the war that would follow his final breath.

And at the center of it all stood [color=007236]House Briarholt.[/color]
Wardens of the deepwoods and old roads, House Briarholt commanded something few noble families still possessed: genuine loyalty. Their bannermen followed them not out of fear, but respect. Their lands guarded the vital northern passes, and their influence stretched farther than the Crown liked to admit. If succession war came, the side Briarholt chose could alter the fate of the realm itself.
Rowan Briarholt wants no part in the poisonous games unfolding beyond her forests. Raised among hard winters and harder truths, she has spent her life learning how to lead people, not manipulate them. But when violence erupts between rival houses and the Crown begins summoning noble families to the capital under the guise of “unity,” Rowan is pulled into a court drowning in secrets, ambition, and carefully veiled threats.

There, alliances shift.. Some seek to use House Briarholt. Others seek to weaken it before war begins.
And somewhere amidst the growing tension [color=0076a3]stands a man equally entangled in the coming storm.[/color] Whether tied to a rival house, the royal family itself, or a noble house quietly preparing for the inevitable fight for succession, he becomes both dangerous and impossible to ignore.
As the king’s condition worsens and the kingdom edges closer to collapse, the line between ally and enemy begins to blur.
Because in a realm preparing for war, love is not weakness.
It is leverage.
And oaths are often the first things burned in a kingdom consumed by fire.
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Welcome to Crown of Ashes & Oaths.[/color][/center][/h2]
[color=0054a6][center]A low-fantasy political romance inspired by medieval power struggles, noble intrigue, shifting alliances, betrayal, war, and dangerous devotion.[/center]
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[i]I've considered releasing this also a small-large group depending on how its received.[/i]

[color=82ca9d]This roleplay focuses heavily on character relationships, political maneuvering, reputation, family loyalty, romance, and the consequences of power. The setting is low fantasy. Magic exists mostly in whispers, omens, folklore, old relics, and  unexplained gifts rather than grand displays of power. Some regions and noble houses will intentionally remain open for collaborative worldbuilding and player creativity, but I've come up with about 6-7 regions including my own[/color]


[color=7ea7d8][center]The roleplay begins as the king of Selvalis summons the great houses of the realm to Baelor’s Rise beneath the banner of unity.

Officially, the gathering is meant to strengthen bonds between the crown and its bannermen after years of growing unrest across the kingdom. Noble families are called to court for feasts, tournaments, diplomatic discussions, and renewed oaths of loyalty to the throne.

No great house could refuse the summons without consequence. Some have answered the summons seeking influence at court.
Others arrive hoping to secure alliances before the realm fractures further.
Some come out of loyalty.
Others because they fear what may happen if they do not.

For a brief moment, nearly every powerful figure in Selvalis now stands beneath the same walls.

And in a kingdom where loyalty shifts as quickly as rumor, that alone is enough to make the court dangerous.[/center][/color]

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[CENTER][B][COLOR=#4f7c5c]ABOUT ME[/COLOR][/B][/CENTER]

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[COLOR=#75AF50]✧ Alias: Frankie
✧ Pronouns: She/Her
✧ Timezone: GMT-5/EST
✧ Writing Style: I write in third person. I'm a casual writer.
✧ Posting Speed: Varies. I can post once a day or multiple times. Depending on my work schedule.
✧ Experience Level: 20+

Welcome to my Grove. 
Enter willingly. Nothing here is taken.
I am 25+, female, and a devoted reader of romance in all its forms. Desire is the foundation of my stories. Longing, tension, slow corruption, devotion earned through fire. Romance is never an afterthought here. It is the spell that binds everything together.
All of my plots includes romance(not the sole focus), and where romance blooms, intimacy follows.I enjoy smut as much as anyone else who strays this far into the woods, but I have no interest in empty encounters. I want chemistry that crackles, words that linger, and characters who feel drawn together long before they ever touch.
Dark, and twisted paths are welcome. Tragedy sharpens the blade. Loss, obsession, temptation, and ruin give stories weight. If it aches, if it threatens to break us, then the Grove is listening.
I write MXF and play female characters. I’m here to build a world with you, to let the plot coil slowly, and to allow desire to grow like roots beneath the soil. Patient. Inevitable.
If you seek atmosphere, desire, hunger, and romance that feels dangerous because it matters…
Step closer, and offer yourself to the Temptress of the Grove[/COLOR]
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