𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘾𝙀

"you are a curse on this house."

You were the firstborn of House Trevana, welcomed with joy beneath the towering spires of your family’s palace on Trevanis. For a time, you were loved—your mother’s pride, your father’s hope, the promise of a future secured. In those early years, there was warmth, fleeting smiles, even the quiet dignity of Casinga’s approval.

But it did not last.

At a young age, the Force stirred within you—raw, unshaped, untamed.

What might have been a blessing to other houses was, to Casinga Trevana, nothing short of a curse. His legacy, his name, his carefully guarded traditions—he believed all of it had been poisoned by the power in your veins.

The warmth vanished, the pride turned to disgust, and the heir once embraced was cast into shadow.

So he acted.

The moment your powers grew beyond infancy’s innocence, he ordered the shackles.

Thin, cruelly intricate devices bound around your wrists—Force-dampening cuffs that drained you until you were left weak, hollow, and quiet.

Then he had you hidden away, deep within the east wing of the palace. A wing spoken of only in hushed tones, left to crumble under dust and shadow, where servants feared to linger and where light rarely reached. That place became your whole world.

You grew in silence, away from family, away from life. The grand feasts, the lessons, the politics of nobility—all of it carried on above and around you, as if you had never existed.

Stories filtered through the walls: a sister born, Rie Trevana, raised as the jewel of the house, groomed to take the place you had been denied. Your father’s pride. Your mother’s joy. And you—nothing but a ghost.

Even so, memories haunted you.

Your father’s icy glare, the one that had once held you in judgment before turning away forever.

Your mother’s eyes—Liliot’s—soft yet distant, filled not with hatred, but with regret that cut deeper than cruelty ever could.

And once, only once, the flicker of a moment when Rie herself wandered into the east wing, her gaze brushing across you before guards seized her away on Casinga’s command. That briefest of moments burned like fire.

The cuffs endured through the years, your constant companions. They dulled you, emptied you, l