.thorns











truths and roses,
both have thorns.


























kira lantsov was chaos incarnate.
in the barrel she was nameless,
yet her presence wasn't a mere whisper.
not anymore.
she was a scream that roared through the city.
a mystery everyone wanted to unravel.

kira lantsov was a ghost.
and she was going to haunt the cold out of fjerda.

the heist they were planning was a gamble,
kira was never good with odds.
she'd rather forge her luck, cheat death
and ensure a win—every time.
but the stakes were high,
and chaos wasn't welcome
in the rigid ice of the north.

truth had always been her weapon;
secrets her currency.
but how far could honesty take her in fjerda?

for him, for them, she would cross the line.
but a lie could tear her soul apart.

And if she was soulless,

the saints would finally
turn their backs on her.






morana zoreslava was never meant for the throne.
she was born to shadows;
raised where lawlessness thrived
and the sea consumed those who feared it.

she was a myth. a pirate.
yet ravka demanded a queen.

nearly a saint in the eyes of ravka,
she was the picture of royalty.
and now more than ever,
her ability to poison that which she loved
threatened the faith of an entire country.

ravka teetered on the edge of ruin,
the poison inside nikolai grew darker,
and the weight of the crown was suffocating.

merzost corrupted him, yet it blessed her.
it wasn't natural. it was magic.
and it could ruin everything.

morana would have to carve
her place as a queen in ravka,
so she could fight
to keep 
him from falling,

even if it meant
losing herself in the process.














in ketterdam,


kira lantsov,
the whisperer

kaz brekker,
the bastard







in ravka,


morana zoreslava,
the dawn summoner

nikolai lantsov,
the king of scars








last I saw you, you were a myth.
not a saint out of the skies."

i was trying to keep up, whisperer.
not all of us are famous."



















(when her petals fall
they hit like bullets
and before they can
the thorns will kill 
)









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disclaimer:

I do not, in any way, own the Grishaverse.
All rights go to the rightful owners.
I do, however, own any change in plot and OCs.

also, this story is a joined sequel to
both Saints and Dawn, two of my Grishaverse
stories, set in the show.
This will be an alternate universe of sorts
as I try to create what would've been 
season three based on what I know
from the books and my imagination. 

fair warning: I haven't read
the king of scars duology
and while I will research on it,
the story might not accurately
depict that whole storyline

I also think it's important that you know,
this story isn't certain.
I don't know when I will write it.
I can't guarantee updates,
but I do want to try.
so, you'll have to be extremely patient.


warnings:

the following story will contain:
mature language; mature subjects in general;
violence and gore; etc.
Read at your own account.
If you were fine reading Shadow and Bone
and Six of Crows, I think you'll be fine


enjoy Thorns !

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