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In ancient times, a king's second marriage was seldom born of desire-it was shaped by duty, prophecy, or the hunger for heirs. The first queen was beloved, virtuous, and complete in her devotion; the kingdom knew her as grace itself. The second queen arrived not as a rival, but as a necessity, crowned by command rather than choice.
She did not wish to take another woman's place. Yet her presence fractured what had once been whole. Each smile she received felt like theft, each honor like betrayal. To the first queen, whose love had been singular and pure, the second became the living proof that love could be divided.
Thus, though the second queen bore no malice, history dressed her as one. In a tale where both women were good, only one was allowed to remain so-and the other became the villain simply by surviving.