Natasja Rose
Bio
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Stories (504)
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War Bride. Top Story - April 2025.
Princess Kathryn hadn't expected to actually marry her kidnapper. Kathryn would have done her duty as it was laid before her - she'd fantasized only briefly about shipwrecks and daring rescues, or the carriage breaking a wheel and necessitating that they turn back - on her way to her wedding. The price of a princess's privilege was that her life was not hers to command, but at the service of her people. That didn't mean that she couldn't have quiet complaints about marrying someone nearly her father's age, as Duke James of Slesian was.
By Natasja Rose12 months ago in Fiction
Self-Defeating Victory
Once upon a time, a benevolent king ruled over a peaceful kingdom. In the way of many kings, he had an uncle who had out-lived his brother, the previous king, and after his first wife had died of a mysterious illness, he had married again, to a very beautiful woman who was kind to his children and as beautiful as a sunrise.
By Natasja Rose12 months ago in Fiction
Gold Frames.... Top Story - March 2025.
March 12th, 1915... My Dear Beth, I know that you were born a month ago, and named for your mother, my dearest Bess. She tells me that she kissed my gold-framed photograph each night, now on your behalf as well as her own, until you are old enough to do it yourself. I pray that the Great War will be over before then, or that I will have had leave enough to come home so you both can kiss me in person, before that time.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in History
Rose Pastries
What do you do for flowers on romantic occasions when your Beloved has a pollen allergy? Make edible roses, of course! Not everyone appreciates getting flowers for Valentines day, for a variety of reasons. Sometimes it's allergies, sometimes it's principles, sometimes it's as simple as having a black thumb and not wanting to take care of the blooms until they die.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Feast
