They crowned you, then they killed you. This time, you choose the crown — and the heart.
You were crowned beside the prince, framed by your beloved cousin, and executed in the Lantern Square while the man
who signed your death warrant watched. Then you opened your eyes — eighteen again, five years before the wedding.
Now you remember everything: every lie, every ally, and the quiet knight who died trying to reach you. Rewrite the
scandals, outplay the little saint, and decide who deserves your heart this time. Just remember: every change you
make blurs what you know.
