Kiana huddled in the east wing of Eldoria Palace, a forgotten speck amidst grandeur. đ Servants whispered, "She's _nobody_." Dust coated her narrow bed; meals were scraps. Yet Kiana hummedâa habit. _Music's my escape._
Kael, crown prince, strode past her door. Cold eyes. Duty-bound. _He doesn't see me._ Rumors swirled: Kael's marriage hunt ongoing. _But why?_
Nightly, Kiana dreamed of fire đ„⊠and a name: _Elara_. Why? Fragments haunted her: a crown, a song, a fall. _What's real?_
Lily (a maid) sneaked food. "Kiana, rumors: Prince Kael seeks a bride." đž Kiana laughed. "Me? _Impossible_."
Kael's voice echoed in halls. "Find _her_. Tomorrow."
_Who's "her"?_ Kiana trembled. Lily leaned close. "You fit⊠the description." đ
Kiana's heart skipped. _The forgotten princess⊠awakens?_
Eldoria's walls held secrets. Kiana sensed them. _I was⊠important._ A spark in her mind: _sing the Anthem of ElaraâŠ_
Lily pulled her up. "Dress up, Kiana. _Tonight_."
Kael's plan unfolded: _a bride to unite warring fiefs._ Kiana's voiceâa legend? _Could IâŠ?_
Darkness cloaked Eldoria. Kiana stepped into it. _Destiny?_