The Queen’s Other Self
The woman standing beyond the Second Gate was impossible.
That was the only thought Isabella could form.
Not because she looked like her.
Because she felt like her.
Every movement.
Every expression.
Every emotion hidden beneath those cold eyes.
It was like looking into a mirror that showed not who she was...
But who she could become.
The other Isabella stepped away from the silver throne.
The Gate remained open behind her, glowing softly.
Not with darkness.
With power.
"You finally understand."
Her voice was familiar.
Too familiar.
Isabella stared.
"Who are you?"
The woman smiled.
"You already know."
"No."
Isabella shook her head.
"I don't."
The other version of herself tilted her head.
"Of course you don't."
A pause.
"You still believe
