Rosalind was a ruined noblewoman with nothing left but revenge. On her wedding night to the aging king, she poisoned him and called it fate. The crown passed to Henry, the new king. The elders declared her marriage void and threw her into disgrace. She had stolen the royal seal. She used it to bargain, to seduce, to survive. Henry fell for her. She married him and became queen. For ten years, she smiled and poured his wine. She slowly poisoned him while he slept. She replaced his council with her own people. She rewrote the laws. When Henry lay dying, she presented a decree signed years ago: she was the rightful heir. The nobles protested. She showed the seal. She showed the signatures. She showed them years of quiet power they had never seen. They knelt. She became the first queen of Valoria. Henry lived—in a room she controlled, with a child she carried. She had not just won the throne. She had built a dynasty.
