B is for Briar

Good day, readers. (A maiden with snow white skin, midnight hair, and blood red lips curtseyed to you all. She’s wearing a purple gown, embroidered with red ribbons.) I’m Briar. Unlike the sad shades, who’ve haunted these A-Z blogs thus far, I’m a character in a story, which is on the verge of publication; ‘Fairest’, by K.S. Trenten. My name didn’t come to me with ease, nor was it given to me at birth. It’s a gift bestowed upon me by my beloved, the princess I tried to curse. She saw good in me, when no one else did, including myself. If you wish to read the details of how I sought to make this princess mine and ended up becoming hers, do purchase our tale. May you be as enchanted by it as both my princess and I were.