Daughter of House Fiore
"Brother, please spare my life!" Sera cried out. She kneeled and bowed down to show sincerity but her brother's eyes did not show any emotion.
"There is no mercy for traitors, Sera. That's the family motto, remember?" Xander's voice was stern and filled with contempt.
"I didn't do it! I don't even know what the Duchess looked like!" She was desperate but none of her family members even tried to listen to her.
"We shouldn't have accepted you. The prophecy was true when it said that you will only bring tragedy to this family!" Her father's voice was filled with rage.
All her life, all she asked was to be acknowledged. All she wanted was to feel the warmth of a family. Was it too much to ask for?
"I wish I was never born," she mumbled.
"Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head.
"Sera!"
Seraphina jolted when she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the familiar small room and she immediately touched her neck to confirm that her head was not severed.
What happened? Why am I back to my ten-year-old self?