"An alchemist of ink and imagination, weaving labyrinthine tales from the detritus of dreams and the echoes of forgotten stars."
— saixerre.
PLEASE READ MY WORKS.
She was told she was no one.
But why does the crown still remember her blood?
In Silvercrest—a kingdom ruled by werewolves and cursed by the moon—she wakes up with no past, no name, and no place in the world that once called her its heir.
Everyone says she is a mistake. An impostor. A ghost of a forgotten royal line.
But then the memories begin to return.
Fragments. Voices. Blood-stained truths she was never meant to see.
And there is him—a boy with dark eyes and a dangerous silence, who looks at her like he’s been waiting his entire life… or hunting her.
The closer she gets to the truth, the more the kingdom fights to silence her again.
Because in Silvercrest, forgetting her was never an accident.
It was a decision.
And someone will kill to make sure she stays forgotten.