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

They see the dress, the hair, the polite smile. They assume I'm a cousin, a minor noble, a guest from some irrelevant house with no threat behind my name.

Because silence is sharper than scandal.

And invisibility is power, when you choose it.

At court, the nobles circled each other like bored birds.

Whispers about dowries. Feasts. Minor rebellions at the northern border.

I sat where I was told, offered nothing, watched everything.

Enough that I noticed when his gaze lingered.

Enough that I pretended not to notice at all.

He passed by in the hall. Close enough to brush my shoulder.

And I walked past him without blinking.

That night, I wrote nothing in my journal.

> Because the moment I start writing about him is the moment he takes up space I didn't give him.

And I will never let him live inside my mind for free.

He’s the One Who Looks Too Long