FLORAA glimpse into the wilder corners of the Thorngate world — the flora, the fauna, the magic, and the delicate rules of society that bind them.
No larger than a sparrow. Fiercely loyal. Fond of cream, afternoon light, and well-kept libraries. One chose you, not the other way round.
A crumbling estate with a thousand secrets, one enchanted conservatory, and a family motto best left un-translated.
Across the realm, certain letters are sealed with rose-coloured wax. They never fade. They never burn. And they always reach their recipient — eventually.
The hidden society of fae-touched gentry. Invitations arrive as a single rose petal pressed between the pages of your morning post.
Every bouquet is a sentence. Every garden a conversation. Beware the gentleman who sends you forget-me-nots in autumn.
Eight weeks of balls, intrigues, whispered proposals, and small domestic catastrophes. Chaperones recommended. Dragons discouraged.