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

I never thought I'd find myself back in that broken chapel again. The one no one ever visits—because it's cursed, they say. But I wasn't afraid of ghosts. I was afraid of the truth.

And now it was staring right at me.

The scroll was cold in my hands. Older than me. Sealed in red wax I knew too well—the crest of my family. Not the one I was raised under, but the one they buried. The one they said never existed. The one they tried to burn from history.

But I'm still here. So their fire didn't work.

Adrien followed me. Of course he did. He's always behind me like a shadow with too many questions and too much loyalty.

"You shouldn't be here," I told him without looking back. My voice came out colder than I meant, but... whatever. I wasn't in the mood to be soft.

I wanted to scream. He didn't know what I was about to uncover. I didn't even know if I was ready.

And everything I ever suspected slapped me in the face like a storm.

My mother didn't run. She didn't hide. She was hunted. Set up. And killed. Just like that. And the signature at the bottom of the execution order? That made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up.

The woman who smiles at me like I'm a stray dog she's feeding out of kindness. She signed my mother's death. She knew. She always knew.

I stood there, gripping that paper like it was her throat.

Adrien stepped closer, quiet. "Who was it?"

I looked at him then. My voice cracked. I hated that.

"The Queen," I whispered. "My mother's own sister-in-law."

I don't need the paper. The truth is burning inside me now.

"They erased us," I said. "But I'm not letting them forget. I'll make them remember what they did to the House of Lioren."

Adrien didn't say much. He just stood next to me and held my hand like he always does when he knows I might fall apart.

I Saw It with My Own Eyes