Everyone thinks I’m the villainess of this story.
But they’re wrong.
When I died in my world stabbed in the back by the only person I ever trusted I thought it was the end. Until I woke up in the body of Seraphina Vale, the infamous noble girl destined to die in a magical kingdom I’d only ever read about in a game.
Problem is, the game was wrong. The “heroine” is hiding something. The “male leads” are pawns in a greater conspiracy. And me?
I’m no villainess.
I’m the final boss.
Now, I’m rewriting the story. With a kingdom on the brink of war, monsters rising from the underworld, and nobles plotting in the shadows, I’m done playing nice.
They wanted a villainess?
I’ll give them a queen.