Veil_of_verses
She wore a crown for twenty minutes. Then she watched her people die.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever feel safe again..." She blinked, then snorted faintly. "Preferably somewhere with cake. And no cursed shapeshifters staring at me like I'm their next prophecy."
On the day of her coronation, Y/N was supposed to become queen. Instead, she became a fugitive-running through blood and fire, her song the only thing keeping her alive. Her hair, once braided with crystal flowers, is messy. Carries a power people would kill to control.
Some already have.
Now she is trapped in a jungle filled with cursed shape-shifters, who by day are monsters and by night...they are losing themselves.
Maybe that's just what she is trying to tell herself. To not believe any of it? But then there is he, whose golden eyes she can't bear. She hates him as much as he hates her, but there is a connection they can't deny.
He's dangerous. Cold. Beautiful. And might've been the one who is making it impossible for her to escape. "You should've kept running, You should be afraid of me."
But if he wanted her dead, he wouldn't have kept her alive. Right?
Magic. Betrayal. Long-lost thrones. And the girl who was never meant to survive it. This isn't the story of a princess waiting to be saved.
It's the story of a woman who, to save herself, has ruined everything in the process-and now she is here, probably, to fix it.