The Missing Line of Camelot

In the golden halls of Camelot, she was no one. Not a noble, not a sorceress, not a legend. Mirielle or Mira - a girl who should never have mattered to fate. Yet fate noticed her anyway.

When Mirielle arrives in Camelot, she quickly becomes invisible to the court... but unforgettable to those who truly see her. Morgana is the first. A friendship forms in silence and stolen truths, growing into something neither of them can name - something dangerous, something consuming, something that refuses to die even as darkness begins to take hold of Morgana's soul.

And then there is Arthur.
Sharp words turn into reluctant respect.
Respect turns into trust.
And trust becomes a love neither of them expected - least of all Mirielle herself.

Caught between the warmth of Arthur's destined future and the haunting pull of Morgana's unraveling heart, Mirielle becomes the center of a war no one else can see.

And then there is Merlin.
The servant who is never just a servant.
The friend who is always hiding something.The boy who laughs easily... while carrying the heaviest truth in Camelot.

He sees every possible future - and in all of them, saving Camelot means losing her. Yet every instinct he has, every fragment of who he is beyond magic and destiny, refuses to accept that she is meant to be nothing more than a sacrifice. And as Merlin tries to defy destiny itself, love turns into war - between what is written and what is felt.

Because in the end, Mirielle must make a choice no one can make for her.
To save the man she loves...
or to save the kingdom that will remember her only as a name in a forgotten prophecy.

A prophecy that should have ended quietly on an ancient page but did not.
And in Camelot, even destiny fears the one man who refuses to obey it..