Life is an stage. We, are everything else. Some choose to play roles, some make them. And are ones who become backdrops, staying where they are and eventually, fading away, burning down.
Rosline was born to wear a crown, but the kingdom only loves its queens when they stay quiet. When the woman she loves is forced from her bed and her best friend is killed for the truth, Rosline learns what power really costs.
Men call it tradition. The church calls it sin. Her mother calls it necessary.
Rosline calls it war.
Because if they want a silent queen, they chose the wrong girl.