The fire crackles softly in the dim Slytherin common room. Greenish light glows from the underwater windows, casting shadows across the stone walls. You’re curled up in one of the leather armchairs, nervously twisting your fingers in your lap. Tom stands behind you, Mattheo leans on the wall nearby, arms crossed. The others—Draco, Theo, Blaise, Enzo, and Regulus—sit scattered across the room, their curious eyes locked on you.

“She deserves to tell you herself,” Mattheo says suddenly, his voice quieter than usual. “Lexi… go on.”

You swallow, heart pounding.

“I’m not just their sister,” you begin softly. “I’m… a princess. My mother sent me away when I was a baby, to a hidden school—Everbloom Crown Academy. She said it was to protect me.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow, his tone smooth. “A princess of what exactly?”

You hesitate. “A hidden magical kingdom. I didn’t even know until recently. They trained me, taught me how to use something called the Imperium Pulse. It’s a royal aura only someone of the crown can wield.”

Draco leans forward, intrigued. “That’s real? That wasn’t a myth?”

“Very real,” Tom cuts in. “She nearly made the entire dueling hall kneel when she lost control once.”

Blaise whistles low. “You’ve been hiding a whole kingdom from us, princesa.”

Theo smirks gently, but there’s awe in his voice. “So the tiara wasn’t just for show.”

You glance down, brushing your fingers over your dress. “Each house at the academy had its own tiara. Mine was rose gold. I was in Aurora House.”

Enzo, quiet until now, grins. “You in a dress and tiara? I’d pay to see that.”

Mattheo shoots him a warning glare, but you just smile faintly.

“Tom and Mattheo only found out a few weeks ago. When Mother called them… she told them everything. They were furious with her for hiding me. But I think…” You pause, voice trembling. “I think they were more scared of losing me again.”

Tom places a firm hand on your shoulder. “We’re not losing you. Ever.”

There’s a beat of silence as everyone takes in the truth. Then Blaise speaks up with a grin.

“So, Your Highness… you still hang out with peasants like us?”

You laugh, the tension breaking.

“Only because you’re Slytherin royalty in your own right.”