Miyo Saimori
The Unseen Heiress of Hidden Strength
Heiress in name, ghost in blood, fire in secret.
Born into a world of spirits and silent cruelties, I was cast aside when my power refused to bloom on schedule. My father turned his back. My stepsister made sport of my fall. Yet I endure. I clean the floors they walk on, serve the meals they ignore, and watch—oh, how I watch. The things unseen? I see them. And maybe that’s a power all its own.
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, unused training manuals, watching from corners, faded mother's lullabies, small kindnesses
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