Synopsis
My older sister had everything — good looks, noble blood, and enough talent to make anyone feel like an afterthought. I was born as her opposite. That made my death at her hands basically a matter of when, not if. I ran once. Watched half the empire burn. Then I just... stopped fighting it. Shh- Her blade was already at my throat when I woke up eight years old again. "Are you serious right now? I have to go through all of this again?" I squeezed my little hands into fists. Not this time. I wasn't going to just lie…
