Mirriam97

The Throne of fate _Fantasy story.

Betrayed by blood. Murdered in silence. Reborn with vengeance.

Once, Princess Gwendolyn was the rightful heir to the throne of Vernom—a kingdom where daughters were seen as lesser, and power was a game played by men. She was kind, strong, and just, but none of it mattered. Her stepmother, Queen Morganna, saw her as a threat and, in the dead of night, ended her life with cold steel.

But fate is not so easily swayed.

Reincarnated as Merdrith—the daughter of the very woman who killed her—Gwendolyn is reborn into the same palace that betrayed her. Yet this time, she is no naive princess. From the moment she opens her eyes, she remembers everything: the pain, the betrayal, and the stolen crown. She may be a child in body, but her mind is sharp, cunning, and filled with the thirst for retribution.

As the years pass, Merdrith plays her part flawlessly. She is the perfect daughter, the beloved princess, the innocent girl who knows nothing of the kingdom’s cruel past. But behind her sweet smiles, she is setting the board for a grander game—one where she holds all the pieces. She manipulates the court, turns enemies into allies, and weaves chaos into the very fabric of Vernom.

Yet, one person remains her greatest obstacle—King Darius, her half-brother, and the only one who ever truly saw Gwendolyn. He suspects something, sees the flickers of his lost sister in Merdrith’s eyes. But is he an enemy or a pawn in her greater plan?

As war looms on the horizon and the kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, Merdrith must make a choice: take back her throne through cunning and justice, or let the flames of vengeance consume her and everyone who wronged her.

One thing is certain—the true heir has returned, and this time, she will not be silenced.

A tale of power, betrayal, and a queen reborn, The Throne of Fate will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

The Throne of Fate

The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the lanterns casting long shadows on the walls. Gwendolyn sat in silence, her thoughts a storm raging within her.

She had spent hours staring at the heavy doors that kept her imprisoned, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

Was this truly her fate? To be caged like a wild bird, wings clipped before she could ever fly?

Her father had turned his back on her. Morganna had tightened her grip over the throne. And now, she was alone.

A soft knock echoed against the door. Before she could answer, it creaked open slightly, and a familiar figure slipped inside.

It was Elira, her personal maid. The woman who had cared for her since her mother's death. The only one left in this cold palace who still saw her as a girl, not a threat.

Elira knelt beside her, gently brushing Gwendolyn's hair out of her face. There was no pity in her eyes—only love and quiet understanding.

"Do not let hatred take root in your heart, my lady," she whispered. "It is a poison that will rot you from the inside."

Gwendolyn scoffed bitterly. "And what else should I feel, Elira? They have locked me away like a criminal for nothing. My father has turned his back on me. Morganna has stolen everything, and you expect me to smile and forgive?"

Elira sighed, taking Gwendolyn's hands in hers.

"I do not ask you to forgive, but I ask you to see clearly. Hatred blinds, but wisdom sharpens. You must see Morganna not as a monster, but as a weak, fearful soul. A woman who yells the loudest because she is afraid of silence. A woman who destroys because she fears being powerless. She does not seek the throne for her son—she seeks it for herself."

Gwendolyn's breath caught in her throat. She had always seen Morganna as a powerful enemy, an unstoppable force. But now...

"She is not a strength, my lady," Elira continued. "She is a woman drowning in her own greed. And you?" She placed a hand over Gwendolyn's heart. "You are still the rightful heir. You have something she will never have."

Elira smiled softly. "You have the love of the people. You have a heart that was made to lead, not to destroy. And that is why she fears you more than anyone else."

A flicker of something new ignited in Gwendolyn's chest.

She would not let Morganna break her. She would rise.

And this time, she would not fall.

Just as Elira finished speaking, the door suddenly swung open with a loud bang!

Both women turned sharply as Darius strode in, his hands behind his back, his smile cruel and mocking.

"Oh, what a touching scene," he drawled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "The poor, fallen princess receiving comforting words from her lowly maid. How tragic."

Elira immediately stepped back, bowing respectfully.

Gwendolyn, however, refused to look away. She met his gaze head-on, her expression unreadable.

Darius chuckled. "Did you think you could rule this kingdom, sister? Did you truly believe you were destined to sit on that throne?"

He leaned closer, voice dripping with venom. "Father has already started listening to my mother. Soon, he will declare me as the true heir. And you?" He smiled. "You will be forgotten. Just another foolish girl who thought she could change the world."

She would not let him see her break.

Instead, she smiled sweetly. "Enjoy your time in the sun, dear brother. It does not last forever."

Darius's smirk faltered for just a moment. Then, with a scoff, he turned and strode out of the room.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Elira whispered, "He fears you too."

And Gwendolyn knew— she was not done fighting yet.

Caged