Mixed-Blood

I used to think the world was simple.
You wake up, you survive, you move on.

Mageia is different from the world I came from.
Louder. Sharper.
Everything here watches, measures, waits.

They don't stare because they know who I am.
They stare because they can't place me.
There's something in my blood
that doesn't sit right with this place.
I feel it when the air tightens,
when the magic hesitates.

Whatever runs through me isn't supposed to exist-
not in books, not in bloodlines, not in tradition.
Royal power doesn't mix. Mortal lives don't last.

If I'm the first mistake in their perfect lineage,
then they'll learn how dangerous a mistake can be.
I don't need them to like me, but today...
today feels different.
For the first time, I feel the weight of wanting someone at my side.