——𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

You were born the first daughter of the King and Queen of London—a radiant child, adored by all who laid eyes on you.

But one fateful night, your cries pierced the silence. Awakened by the sound, your parents rushed to your chambers—only to witness a mysterious woman vanishing into the darkness, their precious princess in her arms.

From that moment on, the King and Queen never saw their beloved daughter again.

Ever since then you grew up with the woman who kidnapped you in an old stoned tower, hidden deep in the woods without ever being allowed to set a foot outside.

she pretended to be your mother and you never knew that you were the lost princess.

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——𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻, 19 years later….

Mattheo Riddle—cunning, reckless, and very much his father’s son—had just pulled off a daring heist. Alongside two of Voldemort’s last loyal Death Eaters, he had infiltrated the royal palace and stolen the long-lost crown of the missing princess, a relic believed to hold ancient magic tied to the bloodline of the throne.

Their escape was anything but quiet.

As the alarm bells echoed through the night, palace guards mounted their horses and thundered into the forest, hot on their trail. The moon lit their path, casting shadows that flickered like ghosts among the trees. Branches snapped beneath hooves, and war cries pierced the air.

Mattheo, desperate and driven by greed, led his companions into the deeper woods until they reached a crumbling stone wall hidden in the thickets. Trapped with the sound of galloping hooves closing in, he turned to the Death Eaters.

“Help me up,” he barked, urgency thick in his voice.

Without hesitation, they formed a foothold, pushing him over the barrier. As he reached the top, they stretched out their hands, trusting him—foolishly.

But Mattheo only smirked.

“You’ll slow me down,” he said coldly, then vanished over the edge, crown clutched tightly to his chest, leaving them behind to face the wrath of the guards.

He ran alone, deeper into the wilderness, heart pounding. Eventually, he stumbled across a narrow cave mouth, half-hidden by ivy and stone. With no other choice, he crawled inside and collapsed into the shadows.

But the cave didn’t end there.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed a faint draft coming from deeper within. Compelled by curiosity—or perhaps destiny—he followed the passage. The tunnel opened onto a forgotten field, untouched by time. And in the center, looming tall and silent beneath the stars, stood an ancient stone tower, wrapped in vines and mystery.

Drawn toward it, Mattheo climbed its weathered walls, unaware that within those walls lived the very girl whose crown he had stolen.

The lost princess—hidden from the world for years, forgotten by history, but not by fate—was about to come face-to-face with the son of the Dark Lord.