Divinity ✔

I was born in the house of Adara, though my birth was no happy event. My mother, a Seraphim, was dying when she arrived at our doorstep, heavily pregnant. She and I shared only ten breaths before she passed, leaving my father, Derek Adara, with a choice. He saw himself in me, a tiny creature with eyes that glowed molten gold before fading to blue, and he chose to call me his daughter. This was a story I was sworn to never tell another.

Today, I was crouched low under a table, the skirt covering all but my slippers. The sound of multiple feet echoed closer, a familiar game with the triplets, Lupa, Liza, and Rory. They found me, of course, their shrill voices crying 'GOTCHA!' as I darted past them, a fleeting moment of childhood joy before the heavy reality of our lives pressed in.

But a new fear loomed. Father had received word: Daemon Royalty was coming to visit. The 'Mad Prince' himself. And I knew, despite my father's insistence I remain hidden, that my curiosity would inevitably lead me to break the rules, as it always did.