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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 moon hung low over Eldershade, casting silver shadows across the ruins where Eira stood.

She had been staring at the stone altar for what felt like hours—its cracked surface pulsed faintly, like a dying heartbeat. Symbols she had never learned whispered to her in a language her mouth shouldn't know… yet her soul remembered every syllable.

Mira Elowen ran barefoot down the marble halls of Thorne Palace, laughter trailing behind her like bells in the wind. The golden chandeliers above sparkled with enchanted light, and petals fell from the sky, summoned by her childish magic.

And she had no idea they would one day burn her alive.

Behind her, a young boy chased with a sword made of firelight, grinning. His hair was black as obsidian, his eyes a sharp amber.

"Mira! You cheat! You used wind magic again!"

She laughed and turned, her dress swirling. "You're just mad because I'm faster."

The boy caught her and tackled her gently into a field of summoned flowers. They lay there, breathless, watching the floating petals.

"Promise me we'll never change," he whispered.

Eira gasped and collapsed, the vision fading like smoke.

She clutched her chest. Her heart beat wildly—not from fear, but grief.

The prince. The one who now hunted her… had once sworn to protect her.

"I see it's started," Caius's voice said softly.

"You lied to me," she said, voice hollow.

"For you to remember who I was before you decided to hate me."

Eira turned to him, her golden eyes glowing faintly now.

"I was burned alive by your ancestors."

He stepped forward. "And I've spent my life preparing for your return… to make sure no one ever does it again."

Deep beneath the castle dungeons, in a chamber lined with runes and obsidian pillars, a council had gathered.

Seven hooded figures, faces hidden behind golden masks.

At the center stood the High Priest—the same one who had condemned Mira to the flames three centuries ago, or rather… his descendant.

"She has returned," the Priest announced. "The Queen of Fire walks again."

"He's with her," the priest said grimly. "The prophecy begins to unfold."

Another figure spoke, her voice sharp as blades. "Then it is time. Awaken the Shadowguard. And prepare the blood seal."

Eira sat beside Caius, her knees pulled to her chest.

"So all this time… you knew who I was?" she asked.

He nodded. "Since I was thirteen. My mother showed me the Phoenix Prophecy. Told me I would be the one to find you. Or kill you."

"If your return brought war, death, madness… yes."

Eira stared at the fire in front of them. Her fingers curled toward it. The flame leaned toward her, obedient, like it knew her.

"Do you believe I'm a danger?" she whispered.

Then, he looked into her eyes and said—

"I believe you're the only one strong enough to stop what's coming."

In a blood-red sky, a tear opened in the veil between worlds.

And something ancient… stepped through.

Embers of a Forgotten Throne