Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathan's presence filled the room-he radiated that quiet authority you just couldn't ignore. "And what if I decide to change her fate, no matter what it takes?"

The old master could only sigh, shaking his head. "Your Highness, this girl was born unlucky. In ten lifetimes, she'll never know family, wealth, health, or love. She's fated to walk through life completely alone."

Nathan's disbelief was written all over his face. "That can't be true. She's so kind, so brave, so gentle-how could someone like her be doomed to such a lonely, difficult life?"

The master spread out the fate chart and pointed to the tangled lines. "Her misfortune isn't some punishment for wrongdoing. See here? Her struggles are meant for the sake of others."

Nathan leaned in, voice tight with concern. "For whom?"

"That, I can't tell," the master replied, meeting Nathan's urgency with a weary sigh. "She really does have the heart of a saint."

Nathan fell silent, lost in thought, then suddenly looked up his eyes burning with determination. "Whatever it costs, I'll change her fate."

The master hesitated, troubled. "Your Highness, if you're set on going against destiny, there's only one way."

Nathan's hope flared. "Tell me. I'll do it."

"You need to find someone to sacrifice their fortune their fate-for hers."

considered it, brow furrowed. "So, I need someone healthy, long-lived, loved by their family, destined for happiness and good fortune-someone who can

frustration creeping in. "But where am I supposed to

He turned to the master. "What about my

hardship in your childhood—a brief separation from family-the

and excited. "Then let's use mine. I'll give everything to her-my long life for her safety, my family's love for her to finally know warmth,

was speechless.

eyes held the kind of resolve that left no

only sigh, defeated. "You love her deeply. But the bond between

want to see

her your fate, I can make

husband-they're truly in love, destined to be together for

clenched, jaw tight with

do so much for her... perhaps I

you two?"

turmoil in his eyes settling. "If

sick, alone, and unloved.