The Veil Of The Forgotten

"Lady Ivy."

I paused. Slowly, I turned my head toward him.

Luthiel tilted his head down slightly, watching me with that same unreadable expression. He lowered his voice.

"I wished to say this before, but there were too many people."

I gave him a look of question.

"The next time you wish to avoid someone," he said, his voice even more softer now, just enough to be heard over the distant chatter of the priests, "it would serve you better not to stare first."

My breath caught. He noticed. Of course, he did.

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I was supposed to be a side character.

Ivy Blackwell. The male lead's sister. A tragic loss, a sacrifice-his catalyst for growth. Dead before twenty.

It was written in the story. The one I somehow remember.

And my death is coming fast.

I know why.

The author made me an Aether-a rare existence with even more rare healing powers. My death was never just tragedy; it was necessary. And Seraphina, the goddess of fate, has no mercy for threats like me.

If she discovers what I am, my scripted ending will become my reality.

So I do what I must. I play my part. I act the way I was written mostly. Making sure I keep my power buried, my secrets locked, my fear hidden behind a well-rehearsed smile.

It was working. But-

Luthiel. The obsessed second male lead. The antagonist. The one person I cannot afford to draw attention from.

He has always been nice to me but now, why is he having so much fun from me trying to avoid him?!

It's all fun and games until I slip up in front of him. Because if anyone in this world could ruin everything I'm trying to protect... it's him.

Especially when my memory conveniently refuses to recall how this story ends.