In the noble house of Cecilia, the blood runs cold — not from cruelty, but from power.
Ice magic flows through their veins, as much a mark of legacy as the snow-white hair and deep, glacial blue eyes every Cecilia bears. They are a family revered across the Kingdom of Cessia, known not just for their magic, but for their dignity, strength, and unshakable loyalty to the crown. The Cecilia name stands tall among the Four Ducal Houses — a pillar of noble blood and elemental might.
Every member of the family was born with the gift.
Every member... except Elodie Cecilia.
Known affectionately as Elle, she came into the world bearing all the hallmarks of her lineage — the silvery hair, the piercing blue eyes — but none of its power. No matter how many tutors her family hired, how many magical therapies they tried, or how many sleepless nights she spent hoping to awaken something, anything — Elle remained magicless.
In the world of Cessia, a noble without magic is as good as a dead branch on a thriving tree.
The court whispered. The nobles sneered. But her family never wavered.
Her father, Duke Nigel Cecilia, stood tall beside her. Her mother, Marielle, held her close and called her perfect. Her twin older brothers, Elijah and Eleazar, treated her not as a burden, but as their beloved little sister. The outside world may have seen her as a defect, a disgrace — but in the halls of House Cecilia, she was loved.
Her engagement to the second prince, had been arranged when they were both young. It was a political alliance, yes — a binding of royal and ducal blood — but Elle thought it also held the potential for something more. The second prince was distant, aloof, and often indifferent, but he was never cruel. She told herself they were allies. Maybe, in time, they could become friends. Maybe even something more.
She was wrong.
It began with a visitor.
Uncle Benjamin — her father's younger brother — returned after years away from the capital, bringing with him a girl.
She looked just like Elle.
She was named Elodie as well.
A supposed bastard child born of a common woman, she bore the white hair and blue eyes of House Cecilia. But unlike Elle, this new Elodie wielded ice magic with terrifying ease. A prodigy. A miracle. She was welcomed with cautious grace — an outsider, yes, but still family. Elle, ever hopeful, smiled at her cousin and offered friendship.
But behind that gentle face was a dagger.
One by one, Elle's world unraveled.
Her brothers, loyal to a fault, were sent to a distant battlefield under the pretense of glory — and never returned.
Her father was accused of embezzlement and fraud, thrown into prison without trial.
Her mother withered from grief, heartbroken and helpless.
The prince who had once sworn to stand by Elle's side turned away, enamored by the other Elodie — the gifted one, the magical one, the convenient replacement. He believed every lie whispered by the impostor.
And Elle?
Elle was poisoned in the dead of night.
Silenced.
Forgotten.
Left to die alone as the false Elodie rose in her place — bride to the prince, jewel of the Cecilia house, heiress to the dukedom her father had stolen.
But fate, it seems, was not finished with Elodie Cecilia.
Death was not the end.
She awoke once more — in her own bed, in her younger body, before the ruin began.
The memories of betrayal burned behind her eyes. The pain, the loss, the injustice — it carved itself into her soul.
This time, she would not be powerless.
This time, she would wield magic, no matter the cost.
She would unravel her uncle's schemes before they took root. She would protect her family with the ferocity of a blizzard and the precision of a blade. She would not hesitate. Not again.
Elodie Cecilia is no longer the girl they discarded.
She is the storm they never saw coming.
And she will not let them win.
Not in this life. Not ever again.