they called diana the sun.
warm, radiant, impossibly distant.
she moved with purpose, each step a sermon in grace.
her presence never demanded attention-it was simply owed.
she was everything a queen was meant to be.
and then, years later-
a star fell.
not gently.
not quietly.
not even remotely on purpose.
she tore through the sky like a firework too stubborn to fade, dragged by something ancient and unstable, pulsing with raw, untamed magic.
a slip between worlds.
a twist in fate.
no one saw it coming.
not the startled birds that scattered from the palace garden.
not the guards who felt the air split like a held breath finally exhaled.
not the emperor seated in the shade of a cherry blossom tree, eyes half-lidded with tired disinterest.
and certainly not claude de alger obelia, sovereign of the obelian empire, as a girl from another world hurtled through time and space and-
landed squarely in his lap.
a tangle of limbs.
a flare of magic.
a floral-scented chaos wrapped in bruises and blooming power, blinking up at the most powerful man in the empire like he was the one who owed her an explanation.
she was not the sun.
she was too loud, too clumsy, too alive.
she was a star-
brilliant, volatile, utterly unpredictable.
not meant to rule from above, but to crash straight into the center of everything.
and somehow, from that moment on,
the emperor never looked away.
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