Queen of Kings

Everyone knows it's the Queens who have the real power of the Kingdom.
Well, as long as the King values her. And my father had valued my mother, but he clearly didn't value me, or he would have named me heir.

It was stupid to still think of these things, but I couldn't help it. There was no Kingdom left for any of us, anyway. There was no father to scold me and no mother to tell me to be patient. There were no brothers to laugh at me. There was only me, a foreigner in a Northern port city, watching the Kingdom who'd destroyed my home thrive on our resources.

I'd had no intention of going to the heart of the Northern Kingdom, but it seemed that there was no choice.
And I'd always wanted to be Queen, but not like this.