25 partes Continúa Jennie, the Queen of Velvethorne, was untouchable.
Deadly with a blade. Ruthless in court. Married to a king whose smile was laced with poison.
But beneath the shimmer of her crown, she was a prisoner-Trapped by duty, by legacy, by a throne soaked in betrayal.
And me?
I was just a reader.
A girl in sweats, wine-stained lips, screaming at her screen because the Queen deserved better.
Because love shouldn't taste like blood.
Then, one night... the pages bled.
Lightning cracked across the sky.
A surge of heat, ink, and impossible magic swallowed me whole.
And suddenly-
I was there.
Standing at the foot of her throne. Heart pounding. Breath stolen. Her gaze-sharp and cold-cut into me like steel.
And then she spoke.
"What do you suppose I should do with a woman who mocks my crown?"
I grinned. Sass dripping from my lips.
"Make me your concubine. I look better in red than your husband does anyway."