The jester looked at her maliciously. "My Queen, the King is betraying you with a woman far beneath you, who is absolutely nothing compared to you. So, why not betray him with me?"

​Evangeline, who met her tragic demise when everyone abandoned her—even her husband, the King, who left her to die and fled—had no one left by her side except Silver. Silver, the jester, refused to leave her, even if it meant facing his own death.

 He paid with his life so that she could activate a forbidden magic and undo her past.

​Now, she is back. Two years before the fires. Two years before her execution.

​With the memories of her bloody end and a Joker hidden in her sleeve, Evangeline won't just survive—she will dismantle the deck and rewrite the rules of the game. This time, the Queen won't be a pawn in anyone's play.

The air inside the cabin was thick, heavy with the scent of ancient dried herbs and the dense residue of old magic. Evangeline stood dead center, her posture as rigid as a drawn blade. Her crimson eyes moved with calculated coldness, shifting between the tense, strained face of her aunt, Jericho, and the mocking, elusive smile of Rudbeka, who seemed to float in the shadows like a serpent waiting to strike.


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