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 palace gates looked different when you were leaving in secret.

I wore a plain gray cloak. No jewels, no crest, no silk. Just a hood to hide my face and boots meant for dirt, not marble.

Riven waited with two horses in the shadow of the east tower. He handed me the reins of a dark mare—lean, fast, quiet.

"Her name's Whisper," he said. "Like you."

I raised a brow. "You think I'm quiet?"

"No," he smirked. "But you've learned how to move like a shadow. That's not something they teach in court."

I mounted the horse in silence. My heart was racing—not from fear, but from the weight of it all. I was riding away from everything I knew… and toward the one person I never remembered but somehow missed my entire life.

"My brother," I whispered under my breath, "please be alive."

We rode under moonlight, avoiding the royal patrols that circled the outer roads. The kingdom stretched far beyond the capital—fields turned to forest, and forest gave way to misty hills.

By dawn, we crossed the River Vellin. The bridge was old, cracked from wars long forgotten, but still holding.

As we paused to water the horses, Riven glanced at me.

"There's something else," he said. "Something I didn't tell you."

"Your brother doesn't know who he is."

A journey to the east