InaciaCarla
Nineteen year old Nyssa of Viridis never asked to rule a world carved from emerald forests, ancient magic, and star-forged prophecy. With luminous green skin and beauty said to rival the first goddesses, she was destined for greatness but never for this kind of throne because no one in Viridis remembers the last time the stars bled.
No one until the night her parents died.
When the sky turned red and the heavens cracked open, the king and queen were taken without a single wound. The palace calls it tragedy. The council calls it fate. Nyssa calls it a warning.
Whispers echo through the citadel about shadows that move on their own, secrets the elders refuse to share, and a power stirring beneath Nyssa's skin that feels nothing like the gentle magic of her people and as her world trembles, she is forced into an alliance she does not trust, a marriage to a foreign prince whose intentions are as unreadable as the fire-red galaxy he comes from, but on Viridis, nothing is what it seems.
Some promises are veils.
Some enemies wear familiar faces.
What forces killed the king and queen of Viridis and why did the stars bleed only for her?