The world was a cruel, unforgiving place, a truth I learned not once, but twice. The first time, it was through the bitter sting of betrayal, a love twisted into a weapon that tore my family apart and ended my life.

Now, the soft embrace of a warm blanket, the faint scent of lavender, and the gentle rock of a cradle were my reality. I was small, impossibly small, my limbs tiny and uncoordinated. I was a baby, reborn. The miracle of it warred with the horror of my memories: William’s smirk, Alma’s malicious smile, the cold iron binding my wrists, and the chanting of the Black Guild.

"There, there, I was only going to see your father and greet him. Don’t cry, my dear Bonine. There, there, I’ll kiss you."

My mother’s voice, a melody I thought lost forever, filled the air. Her warm lips brushed my forehead. I stared up, seeing her face, young and vibrant, untouched by the grief that would soon consume her. My father, handsome and stern, leaned over the crib, his presence a comforting anchor. My brothers, Durian and Damien, hovered nearby, their childish squabbles a distant, cherished echo.

They were all here. Alive. And I, Bonine Rayginaz, had a second chance. This time, I wouldn’t be a naive pawn. This time, I would rewrite my destiny, protecting the family I loved and ensuring my enemies paid for their sins.