The Velvet Ledger: Dispatches from the Queen's Table

Warm ink. Fresh. She closed her fingers around the warmth, as if loosening them too soon might let the meaning spill out before she was ready. She didn’t open her...

(Filed under: The Rise) They lay in the field beneath a sky too large to hold in memory. The Queen stared upward, eyes tracing constellations that weren’t marked on any...

(Filed under: The Living Letters-A Velinwood Archive Entry) We made a kingdom.  Not with borders, but with stories.  Not with bricks, but with bones and punchlines and perfume that smelled...

Bunny's Official Emotional Regulation Schedule (For Other People):

And some nights— she mourns how much she still wants to be held by someone who won’t flinch when she growls. But make no mistake: Her mourning does not leave...

The Court has a long memory, a sharp pen, and zero hesitation to repackage your monologue as an educational exhibit titled: “Why We Burn Things.” So please. By all means....

Once upon a soft, candle-lit evening, when the wind brushed through the treetops like a gentle rumor, Princess Emma of Velinwood overheard a conversation she was not meant to hear....

The Studio Charter This room is not clutter. It is a Court in motion. The shelves hold what has already spoken. The cork board listens for what is still whispering....