Location: Private Jet – Descending Toward Avalon University
Three teenagers lounged in a diamond-trimmed private jet, speakers humming, laughter echoing.
But none of them wore crowns.
Caelan Vale — long, dark hair pulled into a loose tie, gold chain peeking from under his open collar, sneakers laced like a street legend. Eyes like his father—sharp, still, terrifying if you stared too long.
Azra Vale — combat boots, crimson lips, short black crop-top jacket over luxury designer leather. Her aura screamed don't try me. Her beauty made people want to.
Liora Vale — soft waves of golden hair, oversized shades, champagne flute in hand (even though she was technically underage). Her voice was melody. Her eyes were danger in silk.
They were 18.
On paper? Children.
In truth?
Royalty in disguise.
Scene: The Disappearance of the Dracas Heirs
No one knew who they were. Their parents had made sure of that.
The world believed the Dracas line ended when the estate vanished.
But here they were—under the radar, with new identities:
Caelan Vale
Azra Vale
Liora Vale
No birth records. No legal trail. But a hidden trust for each of them… worth nine figures.
And instructions left by their father:
"Enjoy life. Make mistakes.
Fall in love. Start fights.
But remember this—if anyone ever finds out who you are…
you don't run.
You remind them what you are."
System Echo – Legacy Line Active
Check-In Complete (Child Protocol)
– Financial Access: Unlocked
– Monthly Allowance: $2,000,000 each
– Private luxury apartments established off-campus
– Hidden security force deployed (non-visible)
Status: "The world is yours. Use it. Burn it. Fall in love in it."
Arrival at Avalon University
They landed in silence.
No fanfare.
Just sleek cars waiting—blacked out, government-grade.
Papers ready. IDs clean. Backgrounds fabricated with surgical precision.
Avalon University — a modern elite campus where the children of billionaires, politicians, and celebrities came to either rule… or ruin themselves.
And now?
Three immortals were enrolling.
As teenagers.
Final Scene – Dorm Move-In Day
Caelan walked past students who barely noticed him—until they looked again.
Girls stared.
Guys moved out of his way.
He just smirked and kept walking.
Azra passed a boy who tried to flirt.
She looked at him once.
He stammered and walked into a trash can.
Liora walked slowest. Smiling. Watching. Knowing she didn't need to say anything at all.
Because this was the beginning.
Not of a semester.
But of legend.