The morning was quiet, the kind of peaceful stillness that made the world outside seem distant. As I stretched under my blankets, I reached for my phone and logged into my favorite game. The second the loading screen appeared, everything else faded away—Muk, his mother, the pressures of my engagement. Here, I wasn’t someone’s fiancée. I wasn’t bound by expectations. I was *Queen*—respected, skilled, and free.
The familiar voices of my teammates filled my headset as I joined the server.
**“Oh, Queen, where were you last night?”** Jass’s voice cut through my thoughts as I scanned the available maps.
**“Sorry, I was busy,”** I replied, giving him only half the truth.
**“Okay, what should we play, bois?”** I asked, eager to jump into a match.
**“Queen, Appu’s group is on too. Wanna d
