This world is too vast to have only one story.While Princess Lairynvela passes through the ages, I live in a kingdom whose name will never enter the legends… probably.Here, they call me the Dark Healer.Not because I serve darkness, but because I break the rules of the light.If you need a name — call me…

The Academy of Sword and Magic of Maldrad bears the same name as the kingdom itself. Both beastfolk and humans study here. The main rule of the academy is the absolute prohibition of conflicts between races. Any violation is severely punished, up to and including expulsion. However, despite these strict rules, tension between the races…

Let us now travel into the future and become witnesses to the adventures of the Princess.Yes, my reader. We will become acquainted with the story of the Princess’s appearance gradually — so that you will not be bored, and I will remain interested as well. And so… At one of the trading harbors of the…

The past no longer haunts me — it dances behind me like a shadow that has finally learned the rhythm of forgiveness.

My laughter has changed — it is softer now, but truer. It carries the weight of survival and the joy of release.

When I close my eyes, I see all the versions of myself — the broken, the brave, the blooming. I love them all now.

I have walked through the ruins of my own hope, and somehow, the flowers still grow there.

The moon has become my confidante — patient, pale, and endlessly listening.

In every reflection I see not the princess they made me, but the dream I lost along the way.

I once thought the stars existed to guide me, but perhaps they only mirror my longing to shine for someone who may never look up.

The silence between heartbeats feels louder than any music in the ballroom. It is there that I find who I truly am — unguarded, unadorned.

The mirror tells me who I was. My heart tells me who I’m becoming.

I have danced in halls of gold, but the forest floor feels more like home.

My laughter is not rebellion — it is survival, wrapped in the sound of bells.

I write letters I’ll never send, sealing them with the dust of my dreams. Somewhere, the wind delivers them to places I can’t reach.

Time is cruel to those who stand still — so I learned to move even when my feet ache

The crown doesn’t define me; it only reminds me of the promises I must keep.

I find beauty in broken glass — each shard catches light differently, like fragments of truth.

If I could speak to my younger self, I’d tell her: “Don’t chase the light — become it.”