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 ballroom erupted behind her — not in violence, but in the sound of something fragile breaking.

Gasps. Confusion. Whispers like knives.

Milena didn't wait to see what they would do next.

She turned from the dais with elegance sharpened by restraint. Her long gown trailed behind her, black and crimson folds swaying like the embers of a dying fire. Her mask remained fixed — silver-lined, expressionless, untouchable.

She walked like she was expected somewhere greater.

Each step away from the center of that room was a step toward reclaiming everything they thought was gone. Her name. Her blood. Her story.

At the top of the marble staircase, she paused — just for a second — and turned her head slightly.

The Crown Prince was still standing where she left him.

Then turned and descended the stairs — a ghost wrapped in silk and fire.

Outside, the cold struck her cheeks through the mask.

Gareth opened the carriage door, his eyes wide but quiet. "You just burned half the court."

"Let them wonder. That's more dangerous than truth."

The carriage rolled forward, the palace shrinking behind her — and Milena leaned her head back against the seat.

But for the first time since her return to this world…

The Face Beneath the Flame