I was a thief. A street rat. A survivor.
Then I woke up a noble.
But the Dawning gave her a name soaked in blood—and handed me a fate even the gods fear.
Set in a world where people are divided into 3 estates by their Aura, where they are bestowed with a unique last name through a magical ceremony called the Dawning.
The 3 estates are:
The Preeminent
The Common Folk
And the worst and rarest of them all—
The Banished.
The Aura of a person is shaped from their deeds before the ceremony.
Me? I'm Severine. I'm 17. And I woke up in someone else’s body—on the day of their Dawning.
And guess the surname this woman got branded with by the Lustral Font?
Raventhorne.
Fucking Clara Raventhorne.
And that, my people, makes me one of the Banished.
I don’t even know what she did—I can’t defend jack.
The meaning of my last name got me on the Marked list. Because apparently, this is the most ominous in the Empire's history, I have to be executed by the hands of Duke Lucen Solenne, the one with the most holy last name!
Now, I don't want to live another woman's life. If I really wanted to, I could've just stolen a damned diary!
TW: GORE
Bonjour! Author here, I hope you enjoy reading this story! Also, would you mind telling me who you're rooting for?