His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

After my parents died, my pureblood uncle threw a pouch of ten thousand gold coins onto his mahogany desk.

He demanded I take my seven-year-old brother, drop out of the magic academy, and cross into the mortal slums forever.

"Consider your connection to this house severed."

He sneered, warning me never to tell a living soul we carried the Price blood. My cousin Isla smiled her fake, angelic smile while my uncle mocked that we would starve on our empty pride.

We were thrown out, forced to hide in a damp, rat-infested attic in the lower districts.