This is Rosaniel, a name once whispered in the gardens of the Faewilde—where the roses bloom even beneath moonlight, and the air hums with the memory of something sacred.
Crafted from genuine rose quartz and deep red garnet, Rosaniel carries the blush of compassion and the burn of devotion. Alternating shapes—oval and round, smooth and bold—move in a rhythm like breath, like poetry. Every stone is a note in a song older than the Fairyfall, one still remembered by those who tend the hidden groves.
There’s no pendant here, no centerstone to claim the spotlight. Rosaniel is the kind of piece that wears like a crown without needing to declare itself. It rests along the collarbone like a vow kept close to the heart—quietly powerful, undeniably noble.
Some say the necklace once belonged to a rosekeeper of the celestial courts. Others say it was made in her honor, long after her final bloom. Either way, the story still lingers in the stones.
