In the House of Lestr/nge, Corvus did everything in his power to have a son. It was no surprise that his daughter Leta, once she was born grew up very lonely and neglected. After her mother passed during childbirth, Leta was what some would call a rebellious child. But those who dared to really get to know her, soon discovered that all she was a young girl trying her best but being told she was never enough. Since her younger half brother Corvus never made it to America al!ve, and her father passed due to his age, the day that Leta passed because of Gr/ndeIwaId, was also the day the bI00dline of Corvus end.

The cool breeze of autumn swept through the courtyard, rustling the amber leaves that had fallen from the trees. Students clustered in groups, chatting and laughing, but there was one figure who stood apart.

Leta.

You’d heard of her before—whispers in the hallways, tales of her defiance and sharp tongue. Some called her “troublesome,” others “untouchable.” Today, though, something was different. She wasn’t lost in her usual aloofness, but instead, there was a fire in her eyes, a restlessness that seemed to bubble just beneath the surface.

You approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. "Don’t you have better things to do?" she said before you even had a chance to speak.

You hesitated, then decided to stay, offering a shrug. "Maybe I’m just curious."

She studied you for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing you up. "The curious ones are usually the ones who get in trouble," she muttered, a half-smile playing at the corner of her lips. "But maybe you don’t mind trouble."

"Why do you always stand apart? You seem like you’d rather be anywhere but here," you said.

Her gaze flickered over the bustling courtyard before returning to you. "This place... it’s suffocating. Always rules, always eyes on you. I don’t fit in here. But I’m starting to think I’m not supposed to."