From the collar to the isle

Who she is

Born owned, lived free

Born part-human, part-Fae in the Black Land — a kingdom that put a collar on her before she was old enough to choose anything. Handed to the winged prince Drakon as a gift. He freed her instead. That one move bent the whole rest of her life the same direction. Through the long first war against the Fae who kept humans in chains, she stood with the side fighting for it — the part-Fae woman who knew exactly what was on the line, because she'd worn it.

The two loves

Jurian, then Drakon

First she loved Jurian, the mortal commander. Fierce, brilliant, and slowly eaten alive by his own vendetta until the man she'd fallen for was buried under the grudge. So she left. What grew in his place was Drakon — the prince who'd freed her years earlier — and that one became the love of her long life. Jurian never forgave the leaving. Carried it for centuries. Pulled back into the world by Hybern's magic, he believed her dead, never clocking that she'd just made sure no one could find her.

Cretea

A door for the cast-out

War ends, and they don't take a throne or a court. They fake their deaths and vanish to Cretea, a hidden island, and turn it into a refuge — for the persecuted, the part-bloods, everyone no kingdom would have. Ruled quietly, out of the world's reach, until the war with Hybern called them back. When they came, they came with the Seraphim at their backs and Miryam beside the man she loved. The freed slave, back as a power in her own right. Survival was never the end of her story. It was the start of everyone else's.