Elara Quinn was writing when she died.
Her fingers were writing when she had seen the light turn green,but her mind was tangled in the new chapter of her story . That she didn't see the truck which was out of control, she had turned too late and was met with the light from the truck. And just like that she was hit by a truck while writing and walking.
And then she saw the light___ Silence.
She opened her eyes to velvet walls and gold trim.
To a mirror that didn't reflect her face.
To a name she didn't recognize.
Lyria Vale.
A side character.
A girl she had written to die.
The story was hers—but the rules were not.
She had five minutes to choose: marry the cold-hearted Crown Prince Kael Thorne, or be handed to his brother, the sadistic Prince Dorian.
She chose survival.
She chose the crown.
She chose him.
Now, trapped in a world of her own creation, Elara must rewrite everything—her fate, her love, her legacy. Because in this story, the side character wears the crown.
And the crown cuts deeper than any blade.
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