'The King’s Road'

It was called the King’s Road because the king used it. She used it too, because roads are roads and the land doesn’t ask your title before it lets you walk. Privet blooms along the verges, cream and sweet. Artemisia silver in the hedgerows, holding the gray light. A quince heart pressed into the center of everything — the color of something that will not be dismissed. Baby celosia tips, new and reaching. Elderflower in the distance, or close enough to smell.

Against the green wall of the Maiden collection, this pendant holds the walk she took on the road that wasn’t officially hers and never stopped being hers anyway. You do not need permission to walk toward beauty. You never did.

For the one who walks where she pleases and gathers what she finds.