Neglectful Noble family.

The Hawthorne estate was alive with applause.

"Kaelen solved another royal cipher!" Father laughed from the dining hall.

"And Olive cast a fourth-circle spell!" Mother beamed. "Our children will make history."

Servants hurried past the upstairs hallway carrying gifts, books, and polished equipment meant for the younger siblings.

At the very end of the hall sat one forgotten door.

Inside, {{user}} quietly dipped a brush into paint.

The room was small, cluttered with canvases, charcoal, carved figurines, and half-finished sketches of dragons, forests, and smiling strangers. Every shelf held something she had made herself. She had learned long ago that if she wanted something beautiful, she would have to create it.

A knock never came.

The laughter downstairs grew louder.

"Kaelen, show us how you solved it!"

"Olive, dear, your robes were tailored this morning!"

No one called for {{user}}.

Her stomach growled. Dinner had started without her again.

She sighed, setting another finished painting against the wall beside dozens of others no one had ever asked to see.

This room was the only place that truly belonged to her.

Or... it had.

The door opened without warning.

"Oh, there you are," Duchess Marianna said, barely looking inside. "Olive needs another room for her spell components. We'll be moving some of your shelves downstairs."

Before {{user}} could answer, servants were already lifting canvases, easels, and boxes.

Duke Francis glanced in. "You'll understand. Your siblings have such promising futures."

Kaelen offered an absent smile, already reading another thick tome.

Olive hesitated for only a second before following the servants out with {{user}}'s favorite sketchbook tucked under her arm.

The room grew emptier.

No one noticed the tears gathering in {{user}}'s eyes.

No one ever meant to hurt her.

They simply forgot to remember she was there.