In the kingdom of Bloom as Alythra
, two noble mistresses served at the royal court: Lady Lizal, the quiet-hearted healer from the northern isles, and Lady Hannah, the bold and sharp-tongued diplomat from the eastern provinces. Both were beautiful, respected, and loyal — and yet both carried burdens no title or crown could ease.
What no one knew — not the court, not even each other — was that Lizal and Hannah had lived before. In lives long past, under different skies and names, their souls had walked this world again and again. And in every lifetime, they had faced the same trial: the pain of love.
Lizal, in her past lives, had always yearned for one thing — true, unwavering love. Her heart was pure, her soul gentle, but life had not been kind. Lover after lover came to her with sweet words and soft hands… only to betray her. One lifetime, it was a prince who used her to rise in power. Another, a poet who loved her words more than her soul. In this life, she still searched — quietly, patiently — hoping the next hand she held would not let go.
Hannah's fate was different, but no less cruel. Her heart was not unsure — it was too full. In every life, she found herself caught between two great loves: one, safe and tender; the other, wild and consuming. And each time, she could not choose without breaking someone — including herself. In one past life, she died trying to save them both. In another, she chose neither and lived lonely but unburdened.
Now, in Alythra, the old patterns stirred again.
Lizal fell for a kind knight, Sir Victor , whose eyes promised devotion — but in secret, he was engaged to a wealthy noble's daughter. Her heart cracked, again. She left quietly, her sorrow hidden behind duty, whispering to the stars, Why always me?
Hannah, meanwhile, danced between two hearts: Captain Keim, brave and loyal, who loved her with quiet strength… and princess Kim Maeve , fierce and free, who made her heart race and her mind spiral. She felt herself breaking apart again — wanting to hold both, knowing it was not possible. At night, her dreams bled with old memories: hands reaching, pulling her in opposite directions.
One evening, fate brought Lizal and Hannah to the moonlit palace garden. They had never spoken deeply before, but something — perhaps their ancient souls — drew them together.
"I feel cursed," Lizal confessed, voice trembling. "All I want is a love that doesn't hurt."
Hannah laughed softly, bitterly. "I feel cursed too. I love too much. And no choice ever feels right."
They looked at each other, truly seeing one another for the first time.
And in that moment, something shifted — not magic, not destiny, but understanding.
Maybe they were not cursed… but unfinished.
Maybe the love they were meant to find wasn't in others, but in knowing they weren't alone in their pain.
From that night forward, the two mistresses became inseparable — not as lovers, but as soul-deep companions, guiding each other through heartbreak and hope, breaking their patterns, and rewriting the stories their past lives had tried to repeat.
And maybe, just maybe, in this life… they would finally heal.
where they will discover more about their past lives or a magical twist that reveals why their souls are bound?