The Black Rose’s Curse🔊

Once upon a time, in the elegant town of Verona, lived a woman, Rose, known for her unmatched intelligence. She was a physician, unlike any other in the entire kingdom.

One fateful night, a mysterious, hooded man, named Edgar, knocked on Rose's wooden door. He was drenched in rain and worry pulling at the edges of his hood. The grave look in his eyes instantly told Rose something was terribly amiss. Edgar then swiftly reached into his cloak and produced a tiny, velvet box, opening it to reveal a splintery, black rose. The intricate detail made it seem almost surreal.

Soon, Edgar explained that his wife was suffering from a cursed ailment that gradually took on the shape of the black rose. He had traveled for days, from the far west, seeking the famed physician's help. Edgar was, in reality, a prince whose charming kingdom currently stood on the brink of despair.

Initially hesitated, Rose agreed to accompany Edgar back to his kingdom. It was a long journey, treacherous and overwhelming, filled with magical hazards and mythical creatures. Rose knew she was not just fighting an unknown ailment but also racing against time.

In the heart of his kingdom, Edgar’s wife, Amelia, lay on her royal bed, pale and motionless. As the black rose curse grew, her life was draining with every passing second. Guarded by countless mournful faces, Rose’s heart ached for Amelia's life hanging precariously in the balance.

As she studied her patient, Rose recognized the signs of dark magic. She also realized the cloak of the black rose curse was too subtle to detect unless one knew where to look. She spent countless days and countless nights studying old ancient texts and mixing elixirs in an attempt to break the curse. The clock was ticking in the silence of the eerie castle, intensifying the urgency of the situation.

Rose ultimately concocted a potent antidote with pieces of the black rose itself, claiming that the cure often lies within the disease. As Amelia ingested the peculiar potion, the kingdom held its breath. Hours turned into excruciating days, testing Edgar’s patience and Rose's determination.

One hopeful morning, Amelia moved. Her pale lips curved into a small, weak, yet indulging smile. Long-awaited signs of life were returning, and the black rose curse was breaking, its dark cracks now visible. The kingdom rejoiced, their prayers answered, the dread finally lifting. A grand feast was held in honor of the extraordinary physician. Yet her heart was yielded not by celebrations but the satisfaction of saving a life.

Edgar, overwhelmed by gratitude, offered Rose any reward she desired. Yet, all she wanted was to return home, continue her practice and research on mysterious, magical maladies. Rose's story was whispered in every alley, documented in every town, inspiring many to trust in their talents and commit to the welfare of others.

And thus, her legend grew, her name echoing across the kingdom and time, forever remembered as 'The Rose Of Verona,' the woman who saved an entire kingdom and broke the Black Rose’s curse.