THE PRIME MINISTER QUEEN

CHAPTER 1 - WHERE IS RIA?*_

*90 million people watched.*
*The whole nation drowned in rain.*
*And one black car changed everything.*

*RL-01.* Royal Line 01.
A gift from the late Queen Leona.
A symbol only the *first born* can claim.
*Soleria chose it for the funeral.*

When she stepped out - long wavy hair, black dress, no escort - *the world gasped*.
The Royal Princess adored by King Ermitiru had arrived. *Alone. Unbowed.*

Behind her, *Prince Cael, 16*, clenched his fists.
Too young for the cameras. Too fragile for the crown coming his way.
His mother's whisper cut through the rain: _"Stand straight. A Prince doesn't lower his head."_

In the front row: The King. Soleria. *An empty seat for the dead.*
In the second row: Cael, watching only his sister's back.
Across from them: *The Prime Minister's cabinet. Waiting.*

Soleria stared at her grandfather's coffin.
Tears fell like the storm outside.
He was the only one who told her she could rule *without a crown or a title*.

Now he's gone.
The cameras are rolling.
And the war for the throne *just started in a funeral.*

*This isn't mourning.*
*This is a coronation in disguise.*

_By Lilies are ling._