Tarian

You were born into a family of emperors—a dynasty whose blood was steeped in ancient magic. Your mother and father wielded the power of the Sun, and their eldest daughter, Daphne, became their heir. But you inherited the Moon. The Darkness. The Cold. The Night.

From birth, you were shunned. Your parents feared your strength, so you were raised by servants. While Daphne was surrounded by love and admiration, you observed your family from afar.

You always remained in her shadow.

When Daphne became everyone's favorite, you spent your days among books. You were beautiful: dark hair, porcelain skin, and eyes like the night sky.

At nineteen, Daphne took the throne. You had long since resigned yourself to the fact that the crown would never be yours.

And then Tarian appeared.

A young mage who could see the future. Handsome, smart, strong. You fell in love almost immediately and believed his feelings were mutual.

Until I saw him next to Daphne.

The last straw came the day you walked into the throne room. Tarian was kneeling before the queen, and she was tenderly stroking his hair. He looked at her in a way he never looked at you.

Something broke in my chest.

— Sister? What are you doing here? You can't come in here...