Mirrorbound The Forgotten Girl
The Royal Mirror Archives were not a place for girls like Kayla.
Too quiet. Too sacred. Too steeped in the ghost-print of history, where echoes of kings and generals clung to parchment and crystal like cobwebs on old rafters.
But she fit in all the same.
Sixteen and unnoticed, she moved among the archives like a shadow in borrowed boots. Her work—dusting memory mirrors, cataloging soul-scrolls, cleaning up after mages too busy to care—earned little respect but granted access to everything she needed.
Especially the locked places. The forbidden rooms. The sealed vaults.
She kept her gaze low, her voice soft. Her name—Kayla Mallin—was one no one wanted to remember. Her family, once respected royal historians, had fallen in disgrace after her parents were executed for allegedly altering sacred records. She had been ten. That night haunted her dreams still: her mother's arms around her, her father's last words, the way the guards dragged them away.
But she remembered what no one else did.
The look in their eyes. Not guilt—but fear.
They had been trying to protect something.
And Kayla would find out what