Belle Falkrona hovered high in the sky, some distance away from the Falkrona Estate.
She did not often go near it anymore.
More than a century had passed, and the household she had once known had long since changed its face. The people were different now, the voices unfamiliar, the old rooms carrying memories of the dead rather than the living. Time had done what time always did, it had replaced, softened, erased. Even the bloodline itself had grown thinner with each generation, until what remained felt less like family and more like the fading echo of one.
And yet Belle still came sometimes.
Not for the Estate itself, and not truly for those who lived there now, but for what it represented.
Right now, her foster brother's bloodline and rightful bloodline were ruling there. She wasn't really born from a Falkrona yet the mere fact that her father was Horus, the father and God of the House, it was literally making her more legitimate.
