Daughter of No Courts

She was never supposed to survive.

She did anyway.

She has no past. No crown. No mercy.

In the heart of a kingdom unraveling under the weight of ancient magic and rising war, whispers speak of a woman who walks through walls of shadow. A myth. A ghost. A warning.

They call her the Chaos Bringer. A name feared in the dark corners of kingdoms that dare not speak it aloud..

Bleach-blonde hair with jet black roots. Violet eyes that see too much. A voice like smoke and knives. No one knows where she came from. No one knows what she wants. But every time something dark falls in the city-every time someone cruel disappears-her name echoes in the silence.

She doesn't kneel. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't fight for thrones. And she definitely doesn't bleed for banners.

But something's coming.
Something that doesn't just threaten kingdoms-but threatens the thin thread of fate she's been pretending not to follow.

And Nythera has always been a woman who follows the thread.

She may not want a court...

But the war coming for this world might demand she build one.