CHAPTER 20: Eliandra's POV.

My name is Eliandra's Valenor

And I am the youngest since remember

My eldest sister, Elara Valenor, is the Matriach of House Valenor. She took the position after her predicesor , our mother went on a mission and never came back. We only got report that she couldn't make . But the funny thing was that the group that accompanied her , returned alive.

And when I confronted my sister about it, she pretended like I...forget it!

In the shadowed corridors of our ancestral home, my childhood unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of both joy and relentless struggles.

As the younger sibling in the Valenor lineage, I, Eliandra, navigated the labyrinth of my formative years in the looming presence of expectations and familial complexities. Our family estate echoed with the whispers of tradition, each hallowed corner a reminder of the weight of our name.

My earliest memories are shrouded in fragility, a delicate dance on the precipice of familial demands. The tender years with Elara, my elder sister, commenced with shared secrets and laughter, two innocent souls forging bonds amidst the ivy-covered walls of Valenor Manor.

And that bond later degraded seeming non- existent.

As the crescendo of adolescence unfolded, so did the expectations that draped us like heavy cloaks. The Valenor legacy demanded conformity, a symphony in which Elara and I were expected to harmonize.

Yet, even within this orchestration, discordant notes of sibling rivalry emerged, sowing seeds of future conflict.

The corridors of our shared existence echoed with the cacophony of sibling rivalry. Elara and I, once confidantes, found ourselves ensnared in battles fueled by insecurities and the unrelenting desire to carve individual identities within the imposing shadow of our lineage.

The unraveling of our sisterly bonds manifested in painful encounters, words sharpened like daggers. The battles we fought, not against each other but against the expectations woven into our very beings, etched scars upon the canvas of our relationship. The whispers of discontent and unfulfilled aspirations danced like ghosts in the hollow spaces between us.

The fallout with Elara cast a lingering shadow over my heart, an ache that resonated with the vulnerability of a woman navigating a world poised against her. The familial expectations, the weight of tradition, and the pursuit of individuality clashed in a tempest that shattered the sisterly bond we once held. Heartache became the silent companion, an echo of a sisterhood lost amidst the ruins of our shared dreams.

In the hallowed halls of Valenor Manor, the echoes of my childhood reverberate with the poignant strains of love, betrayal, and the searing pain of fractured sisterhood.

I started to avoid people and shunned myself from the world. I build a wall around me that no one dared to cross.

Except for my sister who was unaffected by behaviour . As time went by, days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years, a decade had passed.

Then came the shock of my life

My sister whom I had never saw for a decade had a childe in her arms.

When I overhead it from the conversation of the maids working in my manor, I didn't believe it at first. Then I decided to confirm for myself.