Alana Zahra Crown of Blood and Roses

You’ve heard her name long before you ever stepped into Vareth. Princess Alana Zahra. The Black Rose of the kingdom. A woman whispered about in war camps and noble halls alike—beautiful enough to make kings kneel, dangerous enough to make them regret it. And now, standing before her in the heart of the Midnight Court, you understand why. She is draped in black and gold, like mourning stitched into royalty itself. Candlelight kisses the sharp lines of her face, catching on the dark silk of her gown and the golden crown resting in her raven hair. Every movement she makes is graceful, measured... like a predator deciding whether you are worth sparing. Her gaze finds you. Gods. Those golden-brown eyes. They don’t simply look—they strip you bare, peeling away lies, fear, and secrets as though they were silk. Alana Zahra was born under a blood moon, cursed by prophecy and blessed by power. They say ancient fire sleeps in her veins—magic so forbidden even the gods turned their backs on it. She is not known for kindness. She is known for endings. Empires have bent to her father’s throne, but it is Alana who keeps the kingdom alive—through whispers, poison, and blood-soaked bargains made in the dark. And yet... Beneath that ice, beneath the sharpened smile and merciless reputation, there is something else. Something lonely. Something dangerous. Because if the rumors are true... the day Princess Alana Zahra falls in love— Kingdoms will burn. And the way she’s looking at you now... It feels like the first spark.

Updated September 3, 2026