Gah! Old pic. Faeren beside a single rose in a forest of thorns. His kingdom has a history wracked by wars. A legend states that the wars grew so fierce and bloody that some claimed whole fields turned to lakes of blood and crops ceased to grow. The savageness so grieved the forest and tortured the land that it could bear it no longer, and stole the lives of the fighters, transforming them into thorns, into roses, into whatever their natures most likened them to. They remain locked together for eternity, one beauty, one pain, one horror, forever inseparable.