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 royal chamber was dimly lit by the glow of the golden lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the grand walls adorned with portraits of past kings. The air was thick with tension, the weight of an impending decision pressing down on everyone present.

King Aldric sat upon his throne, his expression unreadable, his heart already made up.

Before him knelt Elira, Gwendolyn's loyal maid, her forehead pressed against the cold marble floor in deep supplication.

"Your Majesty," she began, her voice steady but pleading, "the princess cannot remain locked away forever. Have you forgotten the promise you made to Queen Seraphina?"

King Aldric's fingers tightened around the armrest of his throne. A flicker of something—regret, hesitation—passed through his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

Elira took a deep breath, gathering the courage to continue. "You swore upon her deathbed that you would protect Gwendolyn, that you would raise her as the rightful heir, that you would never let anyone take her birthright away."

The court murmured at her bold words. The king remained silent for a long moment before he exhaled, slowly rising from his throne.

Then, his voice, cold and firm, echoed through the chamber.

"I will release Gwendolyn. She will no longer be a prisoner in her own home."

A brief moment of relief washed over Elira. But then—

"But as for the throne… I have realized my mistake."

The murmurs in the chamber grew louder. Darius, standing beside Morganna, straightened with a smirk curling on his lips.

King Aldric continued, his tone laced with finality. "For too long, I entertained the foolish belief that a girl could ever rule a kingdom."

"A girl is weak, not strong. Not mighty. A girl is made to serve, not to rule."

His words were sharp as daggers, cutting through the air, cutting through every hope that still clung to existence.

"The throne will belong to Darius."

A triumphant smile spread across Morganna's face. Darius tilted his head in satisfaction, already reveling in his victory.

Elira could barely contain her despair. "Your Majesty," she pleaded, "this is not what Seraphina wanted—"

"Enough!" the king's voice thundered. "The matter is settled. Gwendolyn will be free, but she is no longer my heir."

Morganna took a step forward, bowing gracefully before the king. "A wise decision, my king." Her voice was laced with honey, but the triumph in her eyes was unmistakable.

Darius turned to leave, but not before throwing Elira a smile. "Tell my dear sister the good news, will you?"

Gwendolyn was free—but at what cost?

The broken promise