The Lady of Camelot and the Guardian Dragon

Once upon a time, there was a city that once shone with life and splendor.

Over the years, however, the greed of unscrupulous men, more concerned with money than beauty, had obscured much of its magic.

Yet, in a quiet corner, an enchanted place still endured: Camelot.

It was not a castle of stone and towers, but a shop that held wonders.
Tables as ancient as altars, lace as light as fairy veils, precious perfumes that enveloped those who entered like invisible caresses, and necklaces of semiprecious stones that shone like stars fallen from the sky.

Ruling over that small kingdom was Roberta, the Lady of Camelot.
She wore no crown, but her beauty and grace were those of a queen.
Her gift was simple and powerful: to welcome with elegance and rekindle the hearts of all who crossed that threshold.

One day, a traveler named Sem entered Camelot. In her heart, she carried a legend that had always accompanied her: that of the princess and the dragon. A story that seemed to follow her everywhere, like an invisible thread that refused to break.

At that time, Sem was taking her first steps on a new path: she wove threads and stones to create her japamalas.
And when her eyes met the necklaces of Camelot, she felt a shiver.
It was as if Roberta's stones and those in her hands spoke the same language.

In silence, she thought:
"If my creations ever have a home, it will be here, between these tables and this light."

It was a hidden dream, never confessed.
Yet, from that seed, a destiny was born: The Dragon of Sem.

Not a dragon of fire and destruction, but a guardian dragon, born to protect inner beauty, to ignite the strength of those who need rebirth.

Roberta never knew it, but she was the Muse.
Her Camelot, with its veils and elegant gazes, lit the flame that would lead Sem to create jewels for the soul.

Now the Lady of Camelot prepares to leave her kingdom.

And yet, as in every legend, what matters is not the walls that fall, but the magic that remains.

And that magic remains, bright, ready to bloom again.

Because the city of Camelot will not remain in the shadows: the seeds of beauty have been planted, and will bloom again.

One day, this city will be reborn more alive than ever, thanks to those who choose to guard the light instead of greed.

And Roberta, too, will have a wonderful future, because queens never lose their kingdom: they carry it with them, wherever they go.
Her Camelot will no longer have walls, but will live on in the hearts it has illuminated, transforming into new paths, new dreams, new magic.

Thus, just as every creation of the Dragon of Sem bears within it a reflection of Camelot: the imprint of a silent Queen and the promise that, even in the darkest times, beauty always finds a way to shine again.

“Queens never lose their kingdom: they carry it with them, wherever they go.”

To Roberta, Queen of Camelot.”