[Evelyn’s POV]

I make myself small on the edge of the sofa while Cassandra holds court in the center of the room. She’s telling our parents about training again, voice bright with excitement, a dagger dancing between her hands as she acts out her victory.

Our parents watch her like she’s the sun and they’ve been living in darkness.

“—and I dodged at the last second, right under his arm!”

Mother clasps her hands together, beaming. Father rises to stroke Cassandra’s hair, pride radiating from him. Her fiery red locks catch the light as she preens under his attention.

“You are so talented, Cassandra,” Mother says. “You’re everything the future ruler of House of Blue Dragon should be.”

“Cassandra has such natural speed and skill,” Father agrees. His gaze flicks to me—long enough for the warmth to drain from his face—then back to my sister. “She was born to be a leader.”

I’ve heard variations of this my whole life.

Cassandra is gifted. Cassandra is special. Cassandra is everything I’m not.

She’s always been the golden child—beautiful, fierce, impossible to ignore. Her copper-red hair demands attention wherever she goes. Her sharp eyes command respect without effort.

I’m the shadow she casts. Pale where she’s vibrant. Silent where she’s bold. Forgettable.

“Those are just basic drills,” I mutter before I can stop myself. “Anyone could do that. Especially with so much training.”

Silence crashes over the room. Father turns slowly, expression darkening.

“No, Evelyn. It takes talent. Real talent. Maybe you should try harder. Learn from your sister.”

Cassandra drifts toward me, her smile sweet as poison. “Maybe if you weren’t always lost in your daydreams, you’d actually accomplish something.”

Our parents laugh along with my sister and I feel tears prick at my eyes, and one escapes before I can stop it.

“Right,” I whisper, and stand up to leave without another word.

“My daughter,” I hear Father pleading behind me. “You are the best thing that had ever happened to us. Our future is with you, my dear Cassandra.”

This is how it always goes.

Cassandra shines while I shrink.

She learned early that she could do anything to me without consequence—throw stones at my head during training, then scream and blame me when our parents arrived.

They believed her, of course. They always believe her.

Mother slapped me that day. Father banned me from the training grounds entirely. I still don’t understand why she hates me so much. Maybe she doesn’t need a reason.

You’re worthless. No one will ever want you.

You’re a threat. You’re a monster. You’re a freak.

All those words were following me for my whole life. For so long I got used to them, they’ve become a part of me.

Later that night, I slipped outside to escape the suffocating walls and stare up at the sky.

Then I see two dragons soar across the stars—a black one with wings spread wide, and a red one close behind, scales glinting in the moonlight. They move like they own the sky, wild and free.

“Beautiful,” I breathe.

For a moment, watching them, I don’t feel small. I feel like I could be up there too, leaving everything behind.

“Someday,” I whisper, “I won’t be alone either.”

I stay until they vanish beyond the mountains, then return to my room with something strange sitting in my chest. Hope.

Because no matter how much my family despises me, there’s one thing they can’t take away.

Kael. My betrothed.

We’ve been promised to each other a year ago—an arrangement between our families, sealed even when Cassandra decided she wanted everything that was mine.

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