The Heart at the Gate gold the sea pulling at her

the sea pulling at her again in a way it hadn’t before

Whatever waits here

A pressed bloom that no longer grows in polite gardens

I gather their whispers

candle smoke and a faint iron tang clinging to the back of the throat

The Heart at the Gate gold the sea pulling at herProduct details: Size: 43 cm Stainless steel rings Czech Japanese glass beads Magnetic heart shaped closure In the heart of the Forgotten Hoard, beneath layers of tarnished silver and timeworn crowns, lay a necklace said to have belonged to a princess no bard dared name. Its claspshaped like a heartwas rumoured to seal not only the chain, but a vow whispered to her by a knight who never returned from the northern wars. Pink stones, soft as the blush