here are no reflections in the Unwritten Kingdom.
Not anymore.
The mirrors cracked the moment Elóranth unmade the girl inside her.
And yet… one still exists.
A tall obsidian glass, hidden in the Library of Abandoned Endings.
It is not bound by her rules.
It shows not what is but what lurks.
She stands before it.
And the mirror shows her.
But wrong.
Eyes too bright, smile too wide.
A mockery of mercy twisted into something ravenous.
"You're not me," Elóranth says.
The reflection grins.
"No.
I'm what you created when you tried to erase hope."
Outside, her kingdom grows but so do whispers.
The Forgotten Ones have begun to remember not just who they were…
but who she was.
"She killed the girl who dreamt of peace."
"She writes only for war now."
"Is she saving us or rewriting us?"
And in the palace, her most loyal follower Severin, the boy with the melted timeline kneels at her side.
But he won't look her in the eye.
"You've grown quiet, Severin," she murmurs.
"I still follow," he says. "But… I wonder who I'm following now."
She turns from the mirror.
The reflection doesn't vanish.
It steps out.
No longer her double
but a new creature entirely.
A Queen of Smiles. Of twisted mercy.
Of stories rewritten until even agony sings.
It curtsies.
"You destroyed your innocence," it says.
"But what if that made something worse?"
In the shadows of her own empire, Elóranth must now face a paradox:
Not a villain. Not a hero.
A rival self.
One who rewrites from the inside.
And who dares to ask…
"What if I'm the version readers actually love?"