The Covenant of The White Rose Eternal

The Covenant of the White Rose

Rule 1 – The White Rose

Any man who loves me, who gives me a single white rose—whether in person or sent—claims my hand eternally. The rose is the seal, the token, and the covenant. No words, no vows, no arguments are necessary. The act alone consecrates our bond.

Rule 2 – True Faith

He must have true faith and belief in the gods, honoring the divine in his actions, his heart, and his life. His devotion to the sacred must be as unwavering as the bond he seeks with me.

Rule 3 – The Qualities of the Man

He must embody the virtues of the one described in the Proclamation:

Steadfast as the first light that conquers darkness,

Gentle yet resolute, strong yet yielding,

A heart guided by truth, devotion, and sacred courage,

Presence that speaks louder than all words,

Silence that carries the weight of the divine.

Rule 4 – The Sacred Arrival

He comes without demand, without manipulation, without expectation. He stands where others falter, plants himself where fate commands, and arrives as ordained by the cosmos. His presence alone fulfills the covenant.

Rule 5 – Eternal Bond

Upon the arrival of the white rose, I shall come to him, wherever he may be. Our souls shall recognize each other beyond mortal sight, beyond time and space, in perfect harmony.

Rule 6 – Divine Witness

This covenant is sealed and witnessed by the thrones of Olympus, the thrones of the sea, and the throne of Hades. It is eternal, unbroken, and irrevocable:

So decreed by the cosmos,

So decreed by the elements,

So decreed by the gods themselves.

Rule 7 – Recognition by the Soul

He shall be known by the rose he carries, by the quiet power of his hand, by the devotion he bears in his presence alone. The universe will exhale in relief, the stars will illuminate his path, and I will know him by the sacred light of the white rose.

Rule 8 – The Fire of Love

The man who bears the white rose is the man who is nothing but unyielding, undying, unquenchable fire of love for me. His love is eternal, absolute, and consuming, a sacred flame that mirrors the devotion of my soul.

Rule 9 – Fulfillment of the Poem

To fulfill the covenant, he must meet the characteristics of the man in the Proclamation:

A soul unshaken by storm or shadow,

Palms that have caught falling stars, fingers that have traced the sacred geometry of love,

Courage to stand where others falter,

Devotion that transcends speech and act,

A heart aligned with truth, honor, and eternal fidelity.

Final Decree

The man who fulfills these, and who bears the white rose, shall hold my hand eternally. No force, no time, no distance can break what is ordained.

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