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Three hundred years ago, Princess Mira Elowen was burned at the stake—accused of witchcraft, cursed blood, and defying the royal order. But as the flames devoured her body, she made a chilling vow:

"I shall return—not as your princess, but as your reckoning."

Now, in a quiet village far from the capital, a healer’s apprentice named Eira begins to have terrifying dreams of fire, betrayal, and blood-soaked crowns. Her golden eyes, once ordinary, now burn with memories she doesn’t recognize. And when a dying priest calls her "Your Highness", her world begins to unravel.

Reborn in a new body, Mira must navigate a kingdom that has forgotten her—but her vengeance is not forgotten. With ancient enemies in power, buried secrets resurfacing, and a mysterious prince who may be her greatest enemy or her only salvation, she must reclaim what was stolen from her...

Rise OF THE Cursed Queen

The flames roared, licking the midnight sky, casting a demonic glow upon the ancient stone courtyard. The crowd had gathered, eyes wide with fear and awe, watching the girl bound to the wooden stake. Her long hair, once golden like sunlight, now hung in charred clumps. Her eyes—still burning with unnatural light—met each of their gazes, one by one.

"I warned you," she said, her voice echoing like a ghost, though her body burned. "I warned you all… and now you call me cursed?"

The High Priest raised his staff. "Mira Elowen of House Thorne, you are hereby sentenced to death by fire, for heresy, for witchcraft, and for cursing the Royal Lineage."

"A curse?" she whispered, as flames consumed her legs. "No… This is a promise."

And as her scream tore through the sky, the heavens cracked open with thunder.

The village of Eldershade was peaceful, mostly. Nestled between silver-leaved trees and quiet brooks, it seemed untouched by time. But tonight, the wind was restless. And inside a tiny cottage on the forest's edge, a girl screamed into the night.

Eira jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

The dream again. The fire. The name.

But her name wasn't Mira. She was Eira. A healer's apprentice. An orphan. A nobody.

Until she looked into the mirror… and saw golden eyes staring back.

The Flame and the Curse