CROWNLESS VENGEANCE

Her kingdom burned. Her family slaughtered. Her name buried with the dead. Now she walks into the empire that destroyed it all — not as Beth, princess of Arteva, but as a ghost wearing a soldier’s skin. A lie with a heartbeat. A blade with a pulse. She swore an oath at her family’s grave: “By the bones beneath me, by the crown that fell, by every scream that echoed through the night… I will not rest until the Ravenwoods lie in graves colder than this. If I fail — let my soul burn. Let my name vanish. Let me die forgotten and damned.” This isn’t a story of mercy. This is a girl with nothing left to lose. And revenge doesn’t knock — it carves its name in blood.