Forged in fire. Bound by blood. Worn like a weapon.
This collection is for the sovereigns who rose from ruin. Each crowned talon is cut from Rosarita—a glass born of molten gold and industrial alchemy—its crimson hue a relic of fire and transformation.
Encircled in silver gallery wire, these rings evoke a queen’s diadem twisted into armor. Regal yet ruthless. Elegant but edged. They are the quiet promise of survival—and the sharp memory of what it cost.
Not all crowns are won in peace. Some are pulled from the wreckage, still dripping red.
