Dear reader,
Welcome to Whispers of the Cursed Crown, a tale not of kingdoms and triumph but of wounds that never healed, and love that should never have existed.
They called her a curse before she even learned her name.
Born beneath a weeping moon, she was raised by silence, betrayal, and hands that hurt more than they held. She did not grow; she endured. Each breath was defiance. Each smile a blade. And though the world tried to bury her, it only taught her how to haunt it instead.
Then came him.
The devil in a king's cloak.
A man with a crown forged from ash, who reigned not with justice but with hunger. Beautiful, terrifying, and untouchable until he met her. The girl who saw ruin in his soul and called it familiar.
They were never meant to meet.
And yet, fate unkind and cruel chose them anyway.
This is their story: a slow descent into obsession, betrayal, and fire.
Not of healing, but of recognition. Of what happens when two broken things find each other… and refuse to let go.
If you've ever wondered what love looks like in the hands of the damned...
you're in the right place.
Thank you for stepping into the dark. Love...
evelynthorn17