When they first met, a maelstrom of emotions surged within Mirana.
Surprise. Happiness. Sadness. Regret. Acceptance. Anger.
And a myriad of other feelings she had long since buried stirred within her, shaking the foundation of her once-cold heart.
To think that her mortal enemy—her destined adversary—was merely a child.
A child tasked with a fate so cruel, so unrelenting, that no matter how many times the cycle repeated, it never changed.
She cursed the roots of fate that had woven such a merciless design.
The burden of being the successor to the broken White Queen should have been hers alone.
It was a weight she had chosen to carry, a responsibility she had long accepted as her own.
Yet the cruel architects of fate had other plans.
They had placed that impossible burden upon the shoulders of a child—a gullible, innocent, and lovable child.
A child who should have never been given such a role.
A child who should have never been forced into this fate.
And yet—
She was.
—
