Lyra’s Triumph
In a decisive campaign, Lyra crushes all opposition.Her cunning and sorcery capture the hearts and minds of rival kingdoms’ princes.One by one, they fall—enslaved by her will, bending to her as her personal captives and political pawns.
Seraphina’s Execution
Seraphina stands tall, defiant yet exhausted, before the crowd. Her dark magic flickers weakly, a mother’s fierce love etched in her eyes.Lyra approaches, cold and merciless, the executioner’s blade gleaming.Lyra (with cruel finality):"For your betrayal and weakness—this is your end."With a swift motion, Seraphina’s head falls.
The Child’s Escape
In the chaos, a trusted nanny—loyal and brave—secretly spirites away Seraphina’s infant child, hidden from Lyra’s watchful eyes.The child’s future remains a secret, a fragile hope.
Lyra’s Neglect
Consumed by power and obsession, Lyra grows careless—her mind drifts away from the infant heir, buried in forgotten whispers.The child’s existence fades from her thoughts, unnoticed in the sprawling palace.
The Princes’ Fate
The once-proud princes, now mere pawns, are sold to the male demon minister—a cunning and cruel figure who treats them as indulgent playthings.They live in gilded cages, subjected to dark pleasures and torment alike.Stripped of dignity, their identities blur between rulers and slaves, trapped in a twisted cycle of power and submission.
The Hidden Child’s Secret Life
Setting: A humble village far from the capital, under the care of the loyal nanny.The child grows in secrecy—unaware of their royal blood but blessed with a mysterious spark of power.The nanny teaches them wisdom, survival, and the stories of the fallen kingdom.Villagers sense the child’s unusual aura, whispering legends of a lost heir.The child’s journey begins with innocent curiosity, slowly awakening to a destiny that could change everything.
The Child Awakens
Setting: Quiet forest clearing near the village, bathed in soft sunlight.The child, now older, kneels before an ancient stone altar, hands glowing faintly with pure, radiant energy. A warm breeze stirs, and a voice—gentle yet commanding—echoes in their mind.
Voice (divine):"You carry the light of the lost queen. Embrace it, and you shall be the hope that awakens this kingdom."The child’s eyes blaze with determination, their first true step toward mastering divine magic and reclaiming their heritage.
The Prince’s Fall
Setting: The bustling city square, filled with murmuring crowds.
The defiant prince, once full of resistance, now stands chained but surrounded by admiring male citizens. Their indulgent gazes and whispered praises wear down his will.Lyra, perched above in her throne, smirks with cruel satisfaction.Lyra (mocking):"So much fire... yet here you are, reduced to this. Give in—let desire be your chains."The prince’s eyes flicker with conflict, then glaze over with reluctant surrender. He leans into the pleasure, the last spark of defiance fading.
The Prince’s Public Fall
The prince’s indulgence in public shatters many illusions of nobility and strength.“How could he fall so low?”“A prince turned toy—what does this say of our kingdom?”Nobles whisper behind closed doors; commoners gape in a mixture of disgust and morbid fascination.
Prince’s Surrender
The second prince, struggling against his own pride, is surrounded by a group of eager male citizens.His resistance falters; eyes darken with reluctant longing.Lyra watches from a balcony above, a sly, triumphant smile curling her lips.Lyra (teasing):"Resistance is a sweet illusion. Here, surrender is freedom."The prince finally gives in, joining the revelry as his guards cheer and the crowd murmurs.
Lyra’s Motel
The building pulses with music, laughter, and whispered secrets.It serves as both pleasure house and a tool of control—citizens indulge freely, but under Lyra’s watchful, magical surveillance.This new establishment becomes a symbol of Lyra’s power to bend not only bodies but wills.
Nobles as Prisoners
In a brutal display of power, Lyra orders all nobles chained and branded as criminals, accusing them of treason and corruption.Chains rattle in once-grand halls, echoing through the palace turned prison.Noblewomen and lords alike are paraded before the public, their dignity stripped away.This ruthless act crushes old alliances and spreads fear.
The Downfall
As the prince is forced to his knees, defiant to the end, Lyra steps forward with chilling calm.Lyra (coldly):"You could’ve ruled beside me. Instead, you chose to die screaming—or worse."She places a binding collar around his neck—ancient magic draining his will.
Made a Slave
The once-proud prince is paraded through the capital, stripped of title and dignity. His chains are enchanted not just to bind his body, but to slowly erode his memories and sense of identity.Lyra declares him her “trophy of rebellion”, turning his defeat into propaganda.Citizens are commanded to witness his fall, and many watch in stunned silence—some in pity, others in fear.
The Child in Disguise
Setting: The outer wing of Lyra’s palace, bustling with servants and silent spies.
Now grown into a young woman, the child has transformed her appearance and aura using ancient divine and illusion magic:Hair dulled to ashen brown, eyes masked in enchantment.Her once radiant presence cloaked beneath layers of humble energy.A new name: Mira, a low-born palace maid.As she enters the palace, she keeps her head bowed—but her eyes scan every corridor, every shadow.
The Prince Is Sold
Setting: A shadowed backroom of the palace's infamous motel—once a haven of nobility, now a stage of control.
Lyra, dressed in midnight silk, signs a decree without blinking.Lyra (casually):"Let him serve where his pride once ruled. Make sure they know—this is what rebellion buys you."The third prince is sold into the control of the motel’s keepers—his noble blood now a selling point for twisted indulgence. Stripped of name and past, he becomes a living warning branded by humiliation.The public watches with a mixture of awe, fear, and perverse curiosity.The whispers grow: “Even the royals aren’t safe.”
