Rosa Letha

Every planet in the universe has heard it. Carved into dying worlds. Whispered across civilizations older than memory. Echoing through star systems so vast that light itself hasn't finished carrying the sound home. A Queen will rise. And the universe will kneel. The Neotara Empire stood at the peak of its power - crystal spires scraping the upper atmosphere of Earth, mechanical dragons and dinosaurs circling the towers of Tarapolis, citizens walking distant planets before breakfast.
And yet, beneath all that splendor, a single succession crisis cracked the empire open. A dying emperor. A celestial princess from the most powerful civilization in the known universe. A child born of two worlds - and someone who wanted that child hurt badly enough to make a deal with monsters. The cover-up lasted thousands of years. Worlds were traded. History was rewritten. A bloodline of impossible power was scattered across the galaxy, hidden, and left to grow stronger with every passing century.
They thought they had buried the prophecy. They were wrong. When the empire finally fractures - the royal family vanished, the throne torn apart by those who think this is their moment - no one notices the quiet girl watching from the shadows of a city that once belonged to her ancestors. She has been waiting a very long time for this.