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 guards hesitated when I arrived at the west wing of the palace, but I didn't blink. When you walk like you belong somewhere, people rarely stop you.

The Crown Prince's war chamber was dimly lit, lined with scrolls, battle maps, and shelves of glass-encased relics.

He stood at the center — alone — looking over a drawn map of the north border.

> "The name you erased still burns."

"You've been busy," he said softly.

"So have you," I replied. "Covering old tracks."

He set his quill down. "You're not here to talk about politics."

"No," I said, stepping forward. "I'm here to talk about blood."

"You signed for what was left of them."

That was the moment I knew: he remembered everything.

"You gained land," I said, voice steady. "Silenced allies. And inherited a future without enemies."

"You think I benefited from your ruin?"

I stepped closer. "I think you calculated what others tried to survive."

His voice dropped. "And what do you want from me now?"

> "Truth," I said. "And then… your silence."

"No," I whispered. "I want you to owe me."

There it was — the first flicker of something he didn't like. A loss of control.

"You walk in here," he said slowly, "and demand debt from a prince."

Held out the seal he'd signed years ago.

"I walk in here as the girl your ink tried to bury… and I demand you watch me rise anyway."

He looked at the seal. Then at me.

And for once, the prince didn't answer with words.

He bowed his head — slightly, but enough.

The Silence Between Our Names