The Queen of Her words

I knew this world—I created it. But the storyline had somehow taken a different path from what I knew, from what I had written. Iris was supposed to be engaged to the Grand Duke’s heir, Roy Francis. She met the prince once, and on that day, her downfall began.





But in this version of the world, I was engaged to the crown prince. The knight who sealed her fate was my knight. Everything seemed to be rushing toward my death. I wasn’t Iris, yet I was also her. Pain here wasn’t illusion or fiction—I felt it. Right now, my heart ached. I was scared and mortified. Scared because the plot had somehow rewritten itself, mortified because everyone knew I had been abandoned.





“I hate this,” I whispered as hot tears ran down my cheeks. I hated the feeling of being looked down upon, of being left out. I hated secrets that weren’t really secrets—