My Starseed Meets Me In A Different World

CHAPTER CXXXVI

Desiree

The fragrant flower and the luminescence moon of high society.

This was home now. Permanently.

Aikean would be the world where I would leave my mark, create a legacy worth living, and create things I thought were never possible in my previous life. Unlike the stifling confines of my existence as Desiree, where autonomy felt like a distant dream and happiness a fleeting illusion, here I found the freedom to chart my course. In both lifetimes, my sister emerged as the stubborn force that rescued me from the abyss of despair, lifting me from the precipice of hopelessness.

All I had known was misery before that point.

Back then, I was trapped in a cycle of despair, suffocating under the weight of lost dreams, shattered hopes, and a pervasive sense of emptiness. My life felt like a series of missteps, each one leading me further away from fulfillment and happiness.

Growing up, luck had never been on my side. I was surrounded by a fractured family, each member a reminder of the chaos and dysfunction that defined our existence. My elder sister harbored resentment towards me, unable to understand my desire for change, while my boyfriend added to the toxicity with his constant belittling and manipulation.

Love seemed like an elusive dream, a mirage shimmering on the horizon but always out of reach. Whether I sought it in the arms of family, the embrace of a partner, or the pursuit of my passions, it remained just beyond my grasp.

So when I came to this strange and unfamiliar world when I opened my eyes for the first time and did not see the vast peach sky, but instead the piercing blue-yellow gaze of my inquisitive older sister, I knew things may have turned out differently for once.

For the first time in my life, I felt lucky. I was born privileged in an upper-echelon aristocratic home, a daughter to a Grand Duke, and a daughter of a Duchess from a well-acclaimed home in Cluyze—both parties carrying the bloodline of significant supreme sorcerers, for once, it felt as if I had won the jackpot in life.

I wanted to live comfortably and quietly.

For me, simply existing in comfort I had never experienced in my life was enough. I had servants, I had an unfathomable amount of dresses, shoes, and accessories; I never had to want for anything monetarily because it was given to me. I could pursue interests that never had to equate to a dollar value, simply to "enrich" my cultural background as a young lady. I could sing, dance, read, and socialize to my heart's content. I had a mother and father who would adore me no matter..., in their eyes, perhaps I could do no wrong.

But then there was Lavania.

Or Melinda, I should say. During her early years, she very much behaved like a woman fully set in her ways. Now looking back, I couldn't blame her; I could see for myself all the things she had left behind, all her work, ambitions, all the people's lives she touched.

Beneath her stoic facade, her heart resided in a realm known only to her, a labyrinth of emotions unfathomable to outsiders. Perhaps her defiant demeanor and strained relationship with our mother were echoes of a soul yearning to reclaim the familiar embrace of what once was her sanctuary.

I had nothing of the same value to return to, so my eyes remained dry and my head turned to the possibility that such a brilliant woman would be able to find her way—all of our way back to Earth once more.

I didn't want to return.

Even when she had found out my true identity, I had made it clear to her that part of me was now gone and replaced with the version that I was owed... I had cursed the universe for my misfortune and I was not trading in the luxuries of my joy to drown in hardship.