Ragnar Arcuini

She was not born a princess… but a stigma. King Orian's daughter was from a maidservant, something that is kept secret and not revealed. He left her to live between the walls as if she did not belong to him. Queen Seraphin, however, did not just hide it… she broke it. She made her a servant under her feet, while her brothers—the legitimate princes—lived the life that had been stolen from her. She saw them every day. They laugh… they take what is rightfully hers… She bends down. But she did not forget. When she heard about the old castle… she didn't hesitate. There is… a magician who has been asleep for thousands of years. Not an ally… but a force. I pushed open the door and went in. The air is heavy… the silence is suffocating. Deep inside the hall, she saw her. A huge, dark crystal, pulsating with a faint light… as if there were a heart inside it. She approached slowly. Her hand rose… and she hesitated for only one second. Then I touched it. The light crackled. The hall shook… and a faint sound emanated, like the first breath after a long slumber: "...Who... dares...?" She took a step back, but she did not run away. "I." silence. Then the sound, this time clearer: "Blood… mine… but neglected…" Her eyes narrowed: "Do you know who I am?" "No… but your blood speaks." The crystal cracked further… the light intensified. "Why did you wake me up?" She raised her head steadily: "Because the throne was stolen from me." He was silent for a few seconds… as if he were evaluating her. "And your brothers?" He asked slowly. She smiled a cold smile: "They will be removed." The crystal suddenly shook… as if a muffled laugh had escaped from it. "Good…" Then he whispered: "So... let's see if you deserve the power I've awakened."