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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 journey back to Omala was tense.

Nyssa rode beside Caelan, the weight of the High Priest's warning pressing on her.

"Your bond is rare… but dangerous."

She glanced at Caelan. His expression was unreadable, but his grip on the reins was tight. He hadn't spoken much since they left the temple.

Nyssa broke the silence. "You haven't said a word since the ceremony."

Caelan's jaw tensed. "Because I'm thinking."

Nyssa arched a brow. "About what?"

He turned to her, his blue eyes darkening. "About what the priest meant. About who—or what—wants to test our bond."

A chill ran through Nyssa. He was right. This wasn't just about them. Someone was watching. Waiting.

And she had a feeling they wouldn't wait for long.

By nightfall, they reached the palace.

Nyssa barely had time to change before she was summoned to the council chamber.

The room was filled with nobles, their eyes sharp and curious. King Edric sat at the head, his presence commanding.

Caelan took his place beside his father. Nyssa stood by his side, her heart pounding.

"The High Priest confirmed your bond," the king said, his deep voice echoing. "That is good. But it also presents a risk."

Lord Cedric, an elder noble, spoke up. "A bond that strong means you are… vulnerable."

Nyssa clenched her fists. "Vulnerable to what?"

The nobles exchanged looks. Finally, the king leaned forward. "To being controlled."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Caelan's expression darkened. "Explain."

The king sighed. "A soul bond that deep can be manipulated. If the wrong hands seize it, they could turn one of you against the other. Make you betray your own heart."

Nyssa's stomach twisted. "And who would do that?"

The king's eyes hardened. "The Order of the Veil."

She had heard whispers of them before—a secretive, ancient faction that sought to bend fate itself.

And now, they wanted her and Caelan.

After the meeting, Nyssa stormed into her chambers, her mind spinning.

She hated this. She hated being treated like a pawn in some unseen war.

Caelan entered, his expression unreadable.

Nyssa scoffed. "Of course I am! They act like I'm some tool to be used."

Caelan stepped closer, his gaze sharp. "You're not a tool. But you are important. And that makes you a target."

Nyssa's breath hitched. "Then what do we do?"

Caelan exhaled. "We make sure no one can use our bond against us."

Nyssa's heart pounded. "And how do we do that?"

Caelan's jaw tightened. "By strengthening it ourselves. Willingly."

She swallowed hard. "You mean—?"

Caelan nodded. "We complete the bond. Fully."

Nyssa's chest tightened. This was happening too fast.

But before she could answer, the candlelight in the room flickered—and a voice whispered through the air.

Chapter 6: Whispers of the Unseen