Into the Light, Once Again

Condemned to darkness, I was unjustly blamed for plotting against my younger sister, revered by all as a divine Saintess. No soul defended me, no voice spoke in my favor—not even those who shared my bloodline. At fourteen, during the cruelest winter, I faced execution before a jeering crowd as Edenbell’s discarded fourth princess. But death was not my end. When I opened my eyes again, the world greeted me differently. “My darling, my beloved little sister,” he whispered, cradling my tiny hands with tender affection. His touch radiated comfort, his presence wrapping me in safety. As he rocked me gently, his soothing lullaby carried me into a peace I had never known. The past’s bitterness faded, replaced by warmth and an unfamiliar sense of belonging. This time, perhaps, fate would be kinder.