Nest Of Serpents

In the White Serpent Kingdom, I was never a daughter.I was a myth. A weapon. A curse in silk.

While princesses learned to rule,I was locked away—worshipped, forgotten.My father bled the kingdom dry, calling it sacrifice.My mother silenced the court, calling it peace.

And me?I smiled.Smiled as they bowed to the lie.Smiled while hope faded on a girl already dead.Smiled as the blade sank deep—until I learned to fight back.

One day, my father’s blade will find me,Or mine will find him.

When the flames consume us both,The serpents will feast on our ashes.