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In the mystical kingdom of Omala, where magic is rare and fate is woven into the fabric of time, Nyssa, a common village girl, harbors a secret she does not fully understand—visions of the future. Born into a simple life in Elden Hollow, she has spent years suppressing the eerie glimpses of things yet to come, fearing what they might mean. But when a royal proclamation announces an arranged marriage that will shape the kingdom’s future, Nyssa’s visions grow more intense, hinting at a destiny she cannot escape.

Unbeknownst to her, she is the last living descendant of a lost royal bloodline, hidden away for generations to protect her from those who would exploit or destroy her. Her rare gift is tied to a forbidden power, one that many seek to control—including forces within the palace that have long conspired in the shadows.

As fate draws her toward the royal court, Nyssa finds herself entangled with Prince Caelan, heir to the throne and bound by duty to a political union he does not desire. Though their connection is unexpected, an unbreakable bond forms between them—one that defies reason and stirs whispers of a soulmate-like magic. But love is not so easily claimed when destiny demands sacrifice.

With enemies lurking in the dark and the weight of an ancient prophecy pressing upon her, Nyssa must navigate a treacherous path of power, deception, and self-discovery. As she uncovers the truth about her lineage and the forces seeking to control her gift, she must decide: Will she embrace the destiny foretold in her visions, even if it means risking everything—including her heart?

A sweeping tale of love, sacrifice, and hidden power, The Girl with Visions is a story of a young woman rising from obscurity to claim her place in a world that fears and desires her in equal measure.

THE GIRL WITH VISIONS

The following morning, Nyssa awoke to the sound of bells tolling across the palace grounds. The golden sunlight streaming through the high windows did little to chase away the unease that still clung to her from the night before. Her vision had been clear—someone in the palace was plotting betrayal, and Caelan was at the center of it.

She had to find out who before it was too late.

As Nyssa dressed, a knock sounded at her door. A young servant girl, no older than sixteen, entered cautiously.

"My Lady, someone left this for you." She held out a small, rolled parchment sealed with black wax.

Nyssa took it, heart pounding. She broke the seal and unfolded the note.

"Stay out of what you do not understand. You are not meant to be here."

Someone in the palace did not want her here.

She clenched the note tightly, her mind racing. The nobles had not accepted her, but this was something else entirely. This was a threat.

And whoever had sent it knew she was already asking questions.

At midday, Nyssa was summoned to the Royal Court—her first official appearance as the future queen. She entered the great hall, where nobles lined the marble floor, their eyes sharp as daggers.

Caelan stood at the throne's base, his gaze unreadable as he observed the gathering.

King Edric, Caelan's father, sat upon the throne, his expression stern. "Lady Nyssa," he addressed her. "The nobles have requested a chance to know you. We will begin with a formal court gathering. You will speak with them, and they will decide if you are suited for your role."

Nyssa forced a smile. Of course, this was just another test.

The nobles took turns greeting her, their words polite but filled with hidden meaning.

"I do hope you understand the responsibility of this position, Lady Nyssa," Lady Evelyne said smoothly. "The queen's role is not simply to exist, but to rule wisely."

Nyssa held her gaze. "And wisdom comes from understanding the people, not just the nobles," she replied, watching the flicker of irritation cross the woman's face.

Across the hall, Caelan hid a smirk.

After the court session, Nyssa escaped to the palace gardens, needing air. She had only been here two days, and already the weight of expectations pressed heavily upon her shoulders.

She felt his presence before she saw him.

Caelan stepped beside her, silent for a moment. Then, he said, "You handled them well."

Nyssa exhaled, glancing at him. "I've spent my whole life being underestimated. This isn't new."

Caelan studied her, his gaze lingering. Then, as if making a decision, he spoke. "There's something you should know."

She turned toward him fully, sensing the shift in his tone.

"Tomorrow, we leave for the Temple of Fate."

"To confirm our bond," Caelan said simply. "The high priests will ensure our souls are truly bound."

Caelan's eyes darkened. "If they find the bond is weak, the marriage can be questioned."

Nyssa inhaled sharply. This was more than a marriage—it was a test of fate itself.

And something told her that the gods were not done playing with their destinies.

Chapter 4: The Chains of Fate