I Will Escape, Your Majesty! :The Concubine’s Scheme

Leonara died.



Not heroically, not poetically—just poisoned by some silver-haired concubine who probably checked her nails mid-murder to see if the venom clashed with her manicure. The audacity.



And then—surprise!—she woke up. Alive. healthier. And, unfortunately, still stuck in the same mess, because the universe clearly had a vendetta against her ever having a peaceful life.



Her first thought? "Run. Far away. Maybe take up farming. Or piracy. Anything but this again."



But then she remembered:



Velwine’s smug face.



The king’s infuriating smirk.



The fact that she literally died because these people had the emotional depth of a puddle and the morals of a back-alley knife fight.



So, naturally, revenge moved in like an uninvited houseguest who eats all your food and then complains about the decor.



So.... she ended up standing here?! Because fate was a petty bitc*h who loved irony.... The crowd roared like she’d single-handedly invented peace, prosperity, and really good wine.



She got the Emperor by her side—the man who treated war councils like flirtation sessions and smiled like he knew exactly how much she wanted to stab him.



As he lifted her hand to his lips in front of the entire empire, the crowd erupted in cheers. Leonara smiled sweetly, her eyes screaming “help me” as she mentally reviewed her life choices.



He raised their clasped hands like a victorious champion claiming his prize—except his “trophy” was her, and the only battle she'd won was not throttling him in front of the entire empire.



How in the name of all that’s holy did Leonara, —end up as the Empire’s shiny new trophy? And why does this man look at me like he’s deciding between kissing her or throwing me off a cliff?

Damn womanizer.



The worst part? She wasn’t even sure how she ended up here. But one thing was crystal clear: the next time Veluyin tried to kill her, Leonara would be the one holding the snake. And this time, she wouldn’t be bored.