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 golden halls of the palace, once filled with warmth and laughter, now felt like a cold prison. Every corner whispered betrayal, every gaze carried mockery.

Her father—the man who once held her in his arms, the man who once called her his greatest treasure—no longer smiled at her.

He walked past her as if she was nothing. As if she had never been the daughter he had once cherished.

Morganna sat beside him, where her mother once sat.

The woman who had stolen everything from her now played the role of queen, basking in the love and power that once belonged to Seraphina.

And worst of all—she had turned the King against her.

"Father?" Gwendolyn had once tried to call out to him as he walked through the palace halls.

Then, without a word, he continued walking.

She was just another child of the King—one of the many.

Morganna and Darius treated her as such.

Where once they schemed against her in the shadows, now they openly made her feel unwanted.

Darius, the new heir, walked with pride. He no longer needed to whisper about his ambitions—they had been handed to him.

And so, he mocked her at every opportunity.

"How does it feel, sister?" he sneered one evening, as they passed each other in the corridor. "To fall from grace? To lose everything because you were foolish enough to think you were meant for the throne?"

She had no words left to fight him with.

Darius laughed, enjoying the silence. "You should be grateful, really. You can finally embrace your true nature. A woman should not trouble herself with power. Perhaps Morganna will find a husband for you. Wouldn't that be fitting?"

Her nails dug into her palms, but she still said nothing.

She had no more fight left in her.

She was a broken vessel—shattered beyond repair.

But victory was never enough for Morganna.

Not until Gwendolyn was completely ruined.

A broken vessel