The Tudor Storm Begins: From the Rainborne Rose to Red Dragon Rising, Crowned Rose, and Gilded Crown

The storm does not announce itself in thunder alone, sometimes it arrives as a single bloom in the rain.

The Rainborne Rose opened the way: petals red and white, weighted with storm light, standing defiant beneath a castle’s shadow. It is the emblems of renewal, born from conflict, holding within its form both sorrow and promise. This first allegory marked the dawn of the Tudor Storm, and with it, a dynasty shaped by crown and legend.

Rainborne Rose … the First Allegory of the Tudor Storm

At Bosworth, the last battle of the roses fell silent beneath the rain. Out of that silence, the Tudor Rose unfurled; not as victory’s boast, but as survival’s bloom. Its red and white petals tell the story of two houses bound, its storm-soaked form the beginning of something greater.

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Red Dragon Rising … Henry VII Allegory

The storm breaks at Bosworth. A red dragon rises at the foot of the Bosworth Market Cross, claws striking stone, wings unfurled against a sky of destiny. Above, a green and white standard twists in the wind, while the cross towers over all.

This is no mere beast, but emblem; the roar of conquest, the sanctifying of victory, the unifying of crown and kingdom. in the allegory of Red Dragon Rising, the Tudor Storm finds it’s first king.

Crowned Rose … Elizabeth of York Allegory

In the tracery of an Oriel window with leaded glass, she blooms; the rose that binds red and white into one.

A Crown hovers above, golden against the dim light beyond the panes, while her petals shine pale and steadfast at the center of the storm.

Here stands the Crowned Rose … Elizabeth of York not as a figure, but as symbol. Grace enshrined in light, the quiet strength that steadied a dynasty, her presence forever framed in stone and glass.

Gilded Crown … Henry VIII Allegory

Beneath the weight of regalia, the rose expands; bold, blazing, impossible to ignore.

At its side stand dragon and hound: power and loyalty, might and purity, guardians of a throne not yet shadowed by history’s judgement. Behind them looms the astronomical clock tower of Hampton Court, its dial turning toward an unrelenting future.

Gilded Crown is Henry VIII as allegory; not yet the tempest of later years, but already carrying the foreshadowing of power’s burden. A dawn brilliant with promise, edged with destiny.

Winter Court

The Tudor Storm is not finished. More allegories will emerge, crowned in story and symbol. Yet even as they rise, another court begins to stir.

Not of kings and crowns, but of frost and lantern-light. A court where guardians walk unseen, where snowflakes etch secrets in the air, where holly, crown, and aurora weave a quieter majesty.

The Winter Court Waits at the edge of the storm; a season of enchantment yet to be revealed.

Stay with us as the Tudor Storm unfolds and the Winter Court whispers in to being.

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