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... le Duke House of Rosavich.

Their emblem was the Red Rose of Florentia—one of the ancient flowers said to have been brought forth by the First King of Florentia, a hero summoned from another world, as he united Florentia under his banner.

The many flowers were given to many of his allies, who, in turn, used them as the symbol of their households.

And one particular flower was the Red Rose... a flower given to the First Kin ...

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