An Heiress'S Rise - From Exile To Empire

Descended from the ethereal heights, Florence found herself amidst mortals, finally claiming he rightful position as the legitimate heiress of the noble Green family; a house that lay beleaguered, torn apart by the cunning and deceit of a renegade, illegitimate daughter. Florence's sincere intentions, pure as a pearl, eventually touched the hearts of her brother and their mother. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the family rallied, unified in their mission to unravel the deep, dark secrets that their treacherous father shrouded in shadows. In the face of the impending storm, their unity was their beacon of light. Their pursuit of truth was about to create ripples that would shake the very foundations of their world.

An Heiress'S Rise - From Exile To Empire

Descended from the ethereal heights, Florence found herself amidst mortals, finally claiming he rightful position as the legitimate heiress of the noble Green family; a house that lay beleaguered, torn apart by the cunning and deceit of a renegade, illegitimate daughter. Florence's sincere intentions, pure as a pearl, eventually touched the hearts of her brother and their mother. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the family rallied, unified in their mission to unravel the deep, dark secrets that their treacherous father shrouded in shadows. In the face of the impending storm, their unity was their beacon of light. Their pursuit of truth was about to create ripples that would shake the very foundations of their world.

Rain lashed against the iron gates of Thornweald as I stepped forward, bare hands gripping the cold bars. Ten years gone—cast out at birth because the stars said I was ‘unstable,’ a child of the wrong constellation. Now, the same heavens blazed above me, confirming my return. The guards hesitated. I could see it in their eyes: the crest on my cloak, the sigil glowing faintly against my chest—they knew.

Inside, the hall was a tomb of silence. Mother sat like a statue, draped in black lace, Lysandra at her side like a loyal hound. My brother Elias wouldn’t meet my gaze.

“I’ve come home,” I said, voice steady despite the tremor in my bones. “To reclaim my name. To find Father’s truth.”

Lysandra laughed, soft and sharp. “The lost lamb returns. Did the nuns teach you how to lie too?”

But then the chandelier flickered. Vines cracked through the floorboards, curling toward me—as if the house itself remembered.

Now they’re demanding I leave. Elias offers a private word. And the door to the east wing—the sealed wing—has just creaked open on its own.