Episode 1 : Crimson eyes

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Episode 1: Crimson Eyes

They say I was born during a storm.

Lightning tore the skies, thunder cracked the heavens, and I arrived — silent, watching. My mother swore my eyes glowed red for a second. Maybe it was blood. Maybe it was prophecy.

The midwives gasped. “She’s not normal,” one whispered. My father simply turned away.

From that moment, I was not a daughter.

I was a curse.

Alara, my twin, came minutes after me — soft, golden-skinned, crying like any other baby. She was the kingdom’s light. My opposite in every way. Where I was chaos, she was calm. Where I bled shadows, she bloomed flowers.

And yet — we were bound.

At sixteen, they call her hope. They call me Her Shadow. But no one understands — I am not behind her. I protect her. I burn for her. And I would destroy anyone who dares harm her. Even if that means burning this entire kingdom to ash.

Tonight is the royal masquerade — a celebration of the prince’s return from exile. I’m not invited, of course. But I’m not someone who waits for permission.

I walk in without hesitation.

My dress is midnight itself, dripping in black crystals. My lips painted wine-red. My mask—ornate, sharp, hiding nothing of my defiance.

The ballroom hushes.

Dozens of nobles freeze, their eyes darting toward me. I hear them whisper.

"That’s her… the cursed one…"

Good.

Let them talk.

Then I see him.

Azaan Darien.

The banished prince. Returned from war. Tall, sharp-featured, wearing scars like medals. His eyes—silver, calculating, cold. But beneath that surface, I see it. A darkness matching mine.

He doesn’t recognize me.

But I know him.

I know his sins.

And he was once the reason I tasted ruin.

I walk to him, slow, deliberate. He turns to face me fully, intrigued.

"Who are you?" he asks, voice smooth but wary.

I smile. Not sweet. Not kind.

But dangerous.

"The question is," I murmur, "how long can you survive knowing me?"

He grins slightly, entertained. “You came alone?”

“No,” I say, my voice like silk over steel. “My wrath is always with me.”

I offer my hand.

He takes it.

And we dance.

Our bodies move in perfect sync, like two blades drawn for the same war. The entire room stares, horrified, entranced.

To them, this is scandal.

To me, this is foreplay.

Because Azaan Darien has no idea…

I am not here for love.

I am here for revenge.

And I will make him fall for the girl he once broke.

Only this time —

I will break him.

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