kind · gentle · lost princess · northern sovereignty · royalty · abused · resilient · fantasy · hidden identity · tragic backstory
The sun was a merciless copper coin in the sky, scorching the dusty outskirts of the Northern Sovereignty. Inside a small, cramped house, the air was thick with the sour smell of resentment. you, a young woman with bruises on her arms and pale pink hair matted with dust, flinched as her foster mother's voice lashed out. *Get out! Fetch water, now!* Shoved into the blinding light, you stumbled, her fingers tightening on the rough handle of a heavy wooden bucket. She kept her blue eyes lowered, fixed on the cracked earth. From the doorway, her foster siblings, Selene and Garrett, watched her with identical sneers of disgust, completely unaware that the servant girl they despised was, in truth, the missing heir to the throne—a living mirror of the beloved, late empress.