The smile of Miraline of house Serathiel the Saintes of miracles!

"She was born to heal. They used her to bleed. Now they expect her to love."

Miraline is the first daughter born to House Serathiel in over twelve thousand years - a living miracle, destined to carry the sacred gift of her fairy bloodline. Her blood can heal any illness, any wound. Given willingly, it is salvation. But taken by force, it becomes the most potent poison alive - invisible, undetectable, and fatal.

She was stolen before her mother could hold her. Raised in secret, used like a holy resource by those who saw her not as a girl, but as a cure. Her life became a quiet horror - her body not her own, her gift turned against her. She learned to survive. To obey. To hurt in silence.

At fourteen, her first blood awakened the ancient bonds of her lineage - a pulse of ancestral magic that flared in her father and five older brothers, each a legend in their own right. They followed the bond to her prison. They destroyed every man who ever touched her blood.
And they brought her home.

But the palace walls feel no safer. The brothers who wept at her return are strangers to her. The father who would die for her is the king she cannot look in the eye. She does not trust them - not yet. Maybe not ever.
But still, she wears the crown of her birthright.
She mends the broken with trembling hands.
She carries out her duty with quiet courage - even when her heart is still bleeding.

"She is the daughter they waited twelve millennia for.
But she is not the savior, sister or daughter they expected.
She is hurt. She is wary.
And she is not done becoming."