I was born with everything.
From the instant my grey-diamond eyes first opened, I was a princess—promised to be the future queen, the next head of the Frost Clan. Legacy lay on me like an heirloom stitched into my soul.
The world below looked up, eyes bright with awe and envy, while I stood on a pedestal carved by generations of power. To them I was a goddess—my smile, they said, rivaled silver moonlight; my heart held the promise of something untouchable. And my talent… some whispered I might one day rival the Crimson Princess herself.
But my story was never simple.
For every brilliance I cast, my light forged an immense shadow. Though I was born with a spoon as silver as my hair, my life was never the dream others imagined. From the beginning, the Frost Clan—like the other three great clans—was not merely revered; we were worshiped. Kings, queens, princes, princesses.
