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Asteria The seven Relics

Chapter 8 The strangers reflection

Word Count: 1065    |    Released on: 16/07/2026

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air cascaded over slender shoulders. Emerald-green eyes, filled with the same confusion twisting through A

Ariana w

e girl in the mirr

ing hand. The refle

d backward until her legs struck t

e opened them again, nothing had ch

ragged. "This is a

immediate and real. She crossed to the silver basin beside the mirror an

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st ribs that felt, somehow,

finish the sentence, becaus

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th well-read spines rather than decorative volumes no one had ever opened. Fresh lavender sat in a vase by the window, its scent faint but constant. A violin rested in one corner, strings slightl

is this? " Ariana murmured, and stepped

ed the stars. She reac

exploded be

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mind, too fast and too vivid . A little girl running through a rose garden, laughing at no

own to nothing while she waited for guests who never came. Whispers threa

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sank to one knee, breathing hard, one hand still brace

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was gentle. Tired and f

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est, as if she could feel where the voice was

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hed out before the

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ed to grow im

lene." She let the name set

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tered. "Where am I? W

ment I was asleep, then I felt physicians visiting my bedside

ed before she could even process them. "I never wan

ness. Your memories. They're visible to me - as though we're standing o

thing she'd believed about life, death, and the shape of the world s

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echoed through

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ousehold, people here knew her - expected her, in all her particular habits and silences. One

he physician will be here

d. "I don't know what t

I also don't know what happened but we will figure t

andle bega

for the first time in either of her lives - that sh

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Asteria The seven Relics
Asteria The seven Relics
“A kingdom united by marriage. A princess silenced by betrayal. A destiny that refuses to die. For twenty-two years, Princess Ariana of Elaria has lived for one purpose: her marriage to Crown Prince Lucien of Vareth. Their union is meant to end generations of bloodshed between rival kingdoms and bind four realms in fragile peace. But on her wedding day, Ariana never speaks her vows. Poisoned at the altar, she dies before the eyes of two kingdoms. That should have been the end. Instead, Ariana wakes in the body of Lady Selene Ashcroft - the infamous "villainess" of Vareth's court. Feared, disgraced, and hated by Lucien himself, Selene is everything Ariana was taught to despise. Now Ariana is trapped behind the eyes of the woman history calls a monster. To survive, she must play Selene's part while hiding the truth: the princess lives. But the court is a maze of masks. Old allies flinch at her name. The man she was meant to marry would sooner see her hanged than heard. And someone powerful wants to ensure Ariana stays dead. As she pieces together Selene's secrets, Ariana uncovers threads of a deeper conspiracy - one tied to an ancient prophecy, relics buried by time, and a shadow order that has been rewriting history from the darkness. The poisoning was only the beginning. Who wanted the princess dead... and why? With enemies closing in and the four kingdoms teetering on war, Ariana must decide who to trust when every smile hides a dagger. Was Selene truly the villainess the stories claim, or another victim of the same plot? And can Ariana reclaim her name without destroying the peace she was raised to protect? Loyalty shatters. Truth bleeds. And beneath it all, a destiny stirs - one not written in royal decrees, but in blood and moonlight. Because some destinies are written in blood. Others are written beneath the moon.”