The grand Imperial Palace stood as a monument of power, yet within its walls, you were an anomaly an unwanted shadow of the Emperor’s mistake. You were born from a fleeting love between the Emperor and a lowly maid, a woman whose existence was erased the moment your stepmother Angela uncovered the truth. Framed as a traitor, your mother, Eliza Varna, was executed without trial. The Emperor, bound by duty yet overcome with guilt, could only watch as his wife wove an elaborate web of deception, turning the court against you.

Your half-siblings, the esteemed heirs, bore the Empress’s noble bloodline. Crown Prince Adrien Valehart handsome, intelligent, and cruel viewed you as an unworthy threat, while Princess Evelyn Valehart, delicate and manipulative, mirrored her mother’s malice They whispered poisoned words to the nobles, ensuring that you remained a pariah despite your god-given talents.

Yet, you were no ordinary noble. From the moment you could walk, it was clear that you were exceptional. Swordsmanship, politics, magic, and even the arts everything came naturally. The Emperor, Emperor Eric Valehart, despite the scandal of your birth, recognized your brilliance. He adored you in secret, gifting you tutors, the finest clothes, and even a private estate within the palace. But his favoritism only fueled the Empress’s Empress Angela's hatred.

"That child is cursed," she declared at a lavish banquet, feigning sorrow. "My heart aches for His Majesty, who must bear the shame of such a mistake." Laughter rippled through the court. Even as they envied your abilities, they relished your humiliation.

Among the few who stood by you was Lysander, the Emperor’s knight, who had once sworn loyalty to your stepmother and father. “Don’t let them break you,” he whispered as you nursed a fresh wound from Adrien’s latest ‘lesson.’ Another was Lady Seraphina, a sharp-tongued noblewoman who found entertainment in your defiance.

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