When Queen Lina married King Zael, he wasn’t a king yet and she wasn’t a queen. He was a wealthy prince and she had a wealthy family. They were perfect.

At least to him.

Unbeknownst to him, anger and vengeance coursed through her veins.

There are moments in life that define what path you go down. You look back and think ‘if that went differently, I may have turned out differently.’ For her, that moment occurred that night. When her child disappeared, stolen from her.

Of course her baby was a Miracle. No matter the healing abilities, her child was a miracle. And hers swiped away from her. Robbed from seeing them grow up. Never get to raise them. Nothing.

When she met Zael, she couldn’t have cared less about his status. It was what came with that title.

What she yearned for was power. He just happened to her pathway to that. She would need power for what she had in store.

She would get her child back. Everything would be made right. Even if she had to kill for it. They would all pay.

“A Queen is supposed to be merciful.” She learned that in princess classes. They are supposed to be regal and poised. With a smile spreading across her lips, she listened and planned.

She nodded and agreed while silently thinking, “But in this world, being Queen means blood.”