Isoda

> They erased her name. Burned her bloodline. Left her for dead.

But Milena survived. Reborn into the heart of the empire that destroyed her, she moves through the royal courts like a shadow—silent, sharp, watching.

She has no interest in love. No patience for power games. Only one goal: make the crown remember what it tried to forget.

Then she meets him—the Crown Prince.
The man who unknowingly signed her family’s death.
The man who starts to notice her.
The man who, slowly… she can’t stop thinking about.

This is not the story of a girl who wanted to be queen.

This is the story of a forgotten heir who falls in love with her enemy… and still plans to bring down the kingdom

The forgotten blood

The soft flicker of candlelight cast dancing shadows across the cold stone walls of the family library. Milena's fingers trembled as she held the ancient parchment before her, its ink faded by time, but the family crest stamped at the corner unmistakable — a golden fox with a crown of roses.

Her breath caught. She had seen this symbol once before… not in this life, but the one before. Back when she was dying, forgotten and nameless, someone had whispered to her, "The blood of Eldryn still runs through you…"

Milena clutched the scroll tightly. "Why was this hidden? Why would the royal historians erase this house?"

She traced the crest with her finger. Memories, blurry and dreamlike, echoed in her mind — voices calling her Lady Milena, a secret chamber beneath the castle, a blade stained in betrayal.

A knock jolted her back to the present.

It was Gareth, her only real friend in this life, the quiet stable boy with eyes too sharp to be ordinary.

"You weren't supposed to find that," he said in a hushed voice, stepping inside. "The queen will have your head if she knows you're digging into the vanished houses."

Milena narrowed her eyes. "Tell me the truth, Gareth. Who am I?"

He closed the door behind him, face grim. "You're the last daughter of a house they swore never to speak of. The only heir to a name erased from every book. And now that you've found this," he nodded at the scroll, "you're no longer safe."

Her heart pounded. The weight of her past — of the truth — settled heavy in her chest. She wasn't just a noble girl reborn.

And the crown knew.

Whispers of the Vanished Crest"