The Making of a Queen

Once, there was a girl who believed the world was as pure as

the dawn. But time has a way of casting long shadows over the gentlest

hearts. In the silence of empty halls, the whispers of what was lost

begin to sting. The crown she wears was not won in triumph, but forged from

the weight of her grief. She is the ghost of the girl she used

to be. Evil is not born. It is made.