Reborn with the architect system : I will get my revenge Yelena frostbane

I woke up to silence.

The kind that presses against your ribs and reminds you you're alone whether you're conscious or not.

My body felt heavy, weak from yesterday's battle, but my mind snapped awake instantly. Honestly, I'm surprised my siblings didn't poison in my sleep. It would have saved them the trouble of pretending they don't want dead.

Youngest child.

Next elf queen.

A title shoved onto because talent is apparently a curse. Sothing people dream of, but for ? A chain.

I pushed myself off the bed, legs trembling but still obeying. "Maids," I called, sharper than I ant to, but whatever. They rushed in spoiled brats, acting like every second with is beneath them. At least they draw my bath properly. Hot. Scented. Perfect.

They scrubbed down, dried , layered with oils and ointnts, dressed in ceremonial silk, clipped on accessories until I looked exactly like what I was supposed to be: a flawless heir. A doll.

Once I stepped into the hall, the chill hit instantly. My ho has never been warm. Not for .

As I crossed the balcony walkway, my eyes drifted down to the training grounds. My siblings were there—

my three brothers and my older sister. Laughing. Sparring. Playing like a perfect royal family straight out of a painting.

Then one of them looked up. His smile faded. His eyes turned cold, sharp enough to cut.

The others followed his gaze. Their expressions shifted instantly hatred, disdain, annoyance. Like I was sothing that had crawled out of the gutter.

They didn't greet . They didn't bow. They didn't even pretend to be polite.

They simply went back to training, as if I didn't exist.

I sighed. I've been used to it since the mont they crowned heir.

Precise, elegant footsteps echoed behind so controlled that my blood froze. Only one person walked like that.

"Yelena," my mother said. "To my office. Now."

I bowed without thinking. Fear has a way of drilling instinct into your bones.

By the ti I reached her office, she was already seated, posture perfect, expression carved out of ice. I dropped to one knee.

"You summoned , Queen Lucina."

Not mother. Never mother. To her, I wasn't a daughter. I was an asset. A weapon. A future throne.

Her gaze cut through . "You've finally woken up."

I swallowed. "Yes, my queen."

"You impressed in your trials," she said lightly. "At least you weren't pathetic. You showed them what elves are made of."

Then her tone snapped.

"But tell …”Her fingers tapped the arm of her chair. "How dare you take orders from a lowly human? The Valecrest boy?"

Her aether poured into the room like a tidal wave. My lungs seized instantly. My knees dug into the floor as I struggled to breathe.

"Did I not teach you what our pride ans?" she hissed. "You embarrassed ."

"I..It was the only way to survive..”

"Silence."

Her power strangled the air again. "As my heir, I expect excellence. Not idiocy."

My vision blurred. My hands shook. All I could do was bow my head deeper.

Finally, she pulled her aether back, like a beast finished sniffing its prey.

"Dawn. Tomorrow. Training field. You will not be late. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my queen."

"Dismissed."

I crawled out of that office with what little dignity I had left.

In the hallway, I ran into my siblings. They stopped walking, forming a line like predators blocking a path.

The oldest stepped forward. His expression was venom dipped in arrogance.

"Let remind you of sothing, little outcast." He leaned in slightly. "Anyti you see us look away. Don't walk the sa path. And don't you dare make eye contact."

My pulse hamred. I nodded imdiately.

"Good."

They walked past , laughing again as if bullying was just another morning chore.

I went to my room, closed the door, and let out the breath I'd been holding.

This has always been my life. Loneliness disguised as royalty. Hatred polished into etiquette.

But as I sat on the edge of my bed, a small, sharp smile tugged at my lips.

The academy.

Valecrest.

That lightning boy.

Whatever cos next…

I can't wait to see what chaos he drags into.

I smirked.

Maybe, for once, sothing interesting is finally going to happen.