"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The capital city buzzed with uneasy murmurs as the news spread like wildfire.

They called it The Mad Queen’s Curse.

A day of horror.

A day of reckoning.

The Queen had fallen—and the kingdom trembled in the aftermath.

For the first time in years, fear wrapped itself around the Royal Palace, tightening its grip.

The brooding King sat on his throne, surrounded by his shaken court, but the whispers outside the castle walls were unrelenting.

And watching from the rooftops, hidden beneath the pale glow of the moon, Seraphis smirked.

"It’s finally time."

Her white wings unfurled, catching the moonlight as she took flight.

She had already set the stage.

Now, she needed a new ruler.

And she had found the perfect one.

A Forgotten Bloodline

Far from the palace, nestled deep within the noble district, sat the grand estate of Duke Alice von Revenant.

A woman of exile and prestige.

Once a princess, cast aside for her "tainted blood."

Her lineage was cursed, the whispers said.

Her existence an embarrassment to the throne.

But they couldn’t erase her.

So, instead, they banished her in plain sight.

Gave her the empty title of Duke.

A cruel mockery of power—meant to silence her.

But Alice was not a woman to be silenced.

An Unexpected Visitor

Duke Alice sat at her massive mahogany desk, pouring over financial records, her sharp emerald eyes flickering in the candlelight.

A woman in her mid-twenties, draped in a simple yet refined black coat, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders.

A woman who had built everything she had with her own hands.

And yet—

She felt it before she heard it.

That prickle of unease.

That presence.

Then—a gust of wind.

The window burst open.

Alice’s head snapped up.

And there, standing in the moonlit frame, her white wings folding behind her, was Seraphis.

A figure clad in dark assassin’s attire, her stark white hair shimmering like a ghostly flame.

Alice's hand shot toward her sword, drawing it in one smooth motion.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp, her stance steady.

Seraphis tilted her head, amused.

"Hold your horses, now."

She stepped forward, her expression calm, her piercing white eyes unwavering.

"If I wanted to kill you… you’d already be dead."

Alice's grip tightened.

"Then what do you want?"

Seraphis grinned.

"Oh, I know who you are, Duke Alice von Revenant."

Alice’s jaw clenched.

"And?"

"And I know you despise the royal family."

Alice didn’t blink.

But the tension in her shoulders shifted.

A calculated pause.

Seraphis leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"You’ve heard the rumors, haven’t you? About the Queen?"

Alice narrowed her eyes.

"What about her?"

Seraphis smirked.

"It was me. I did it all."

Silence.

Alice’s expression didn’t change.

She was a woman who had lived through betrayal.

A woman who had been cast aside by her own family.

She had learned long ago how to mask her emotions.

But Seraphis saw the flicker in her gaze.

Not fear.

Not shock.

But interest.

A Proposition of Power

Seraphis leaned against the desk, her fingers trailing along its edge.

"You hate them, don’t you?" she mused.

"They stole your birthright. Threw you away like trash. Kept you on a leash with a title that means nothing."

Alice remained silent.

Seraphis chuckled.

"And yet, you stay. You build. You protect those beneath you. You help the families that suffer under corrupt nobles."

Seraphis’s voice softened.

"I know what kind of person you are, Alice."

Alice’s eyes flashed.

"And what exactly do you want from me?"

Seraphis smiled.

"Simple. Become the King."

Alice froze.

The words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning.

Seraphis spread her arms.

"This kingdom is in shambles."

"The people are terrified."

"The nobles are fracturing."

"And the throne?" Seraphis grinned, mocking.

"The throne is wide open."

Alice exhaled, placing her sword back on the desk.

She leaned forward, studying Seraphis.

"And why me?"

Seraphis sighed dramatically, twirling a metal playing card between her fingers.

"You’re a good woman, Alice."

"You keep a tight leash on the nobles that need cracking—or killing."

"You protect the commoners."

"And unlike the Royal Family, you actually deserve the throne."

Alice tapped her fingers against the desk.

Her mind raced.

The kingdom was on the brink of collapse.

Lucius was losing his grip.

The people needed someone strong.

And if she didn’t take control…

Someone worse would.

Slowly, Alice leaned back, crossing her arms.

"And what do you get out of this?"

Seraphis smiled, her white eyes glowing.

"Oh, let’s just say I enjoy watching a kingdom burn—" she tilted her head, grinning—

"—and rise from the ashes."

Alice studied her for a long moment.

Then, finally—

She smirked.

"Fine."

"I’ll take the throne."

A Kingdom in the Making

That night, a new future was set in motion.

The Mad Queen was dead.

The King’s rule was crumbling.

And in the shadows—

A new ruler prepared to take her place.

Seraphis watched as Alice poured herself a glass of wine, her expression unreadable.

She had given Alice the opportunity.

Now, all that was left was to see what she did with it.

And if things didn’t go according to plan?

Seraphis’s playing cards glinted in the candlelight.

Well.

She always had a way of fixing things.

One way or another.