Andrea’s POV
The crown was colder than I thought it would be.
It pressed into my temples like it wanted to remind me… you belong here now.
The throne room was massive, glimmering with glittery red and white stone, but it felt like standing inside a stranger’s dream.
Every sound echoed too loud, the choir’s chant, the clinking of goblets, the soft scrape of shoes against marble.
My name, Queen Andrea of the White Fang Dominion, was repeated again and again, and yet every time it hit my ears, it felt borrowed. Like I’d just stolen someone else’s life.
When the priest raised his hands, the crowd bowed. “All hail Andrea, rightful heir and Queen of the North!”
“Long live the Queen!” they echoed.
I smiled because that’s what they expected, even if my heart wasn’t keeping up.
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