Reborn to Rewrite the Throne

I was the legitimate firstborn daughter of the King of the North.

After my mothers death, my aunt married the King of the South and became his Queen Consort.

She brought me to her court, raising me beside her own sons.

The Southern King adored meHe would seat me upon his knee and gesture toward the princes, laughing lightly:

When Hazel comes of age, whichever prince she chooses as her husband shall inherit this throne of the South.

Stay here, child. The South could be your home.

In my previous life, I chose the Crown PrinceEthan.

I stood beside him during the War of Succession. I funded his armies with Northern gold. I silenced rival lords. I secured the throne for him.

And when he was crowned kingHe repaid me with imprisonment in the White Tower.

And an order signed in his own hand.

The North burned.The court was purged.

Before I was forced to take my own life, he came to watch.

If not for you, he said coldly, Ava would still be alive.

She died alone while I could not even mourn her. You will suffer tenfold.

The Nouth falls because of you. Their blood is your dowry.

Then I died.

When I opened my eyes again, I was seated once more in the Great Hall.

The King was smiling.

Hazel, today you will choose your husband.

The princes stood before me.

This time, I did not look at Ethan.

I pointed instead to the Queens third son.

I will marry Alexander.

And this timeI would decide who burns.

Chapter 1

My aunt watched me carefully and nodded to a chamberlain, who stepped forward and placed a slender gold circlet in my handsthe Kings token of choice.

Hazel, she said gently, her voice carrying through the hall, give this to the man you wish to marry.

The King laughed, warm and indulgent.

Yes. Whomever Hazel favors, I shall grant her hand with my full blessing. Let the realm celebrate.

The Great Hall was filled with princes, high lords of the council, noble matrons, and the daughters of the most powerful houses in the South.

As a Northern-born princess raised in the Southern court, my marriage was more than a personal matter.

Whoever claimed me would gain an alliance strong enough to tilt the balance of the crown itself.

I descended the steps slowly, the gold circlet cool in my palm.

Polite smiles followed me.

No one doubted my choice.

Everyone knew I had adored Crown Prince Ethan since childhood.

Choosing him was expected.

Ethan, however, did not look pleased. He frowned and shifted back a step.

Among the gathered ladies stood Ava Miller, the daughter of a minor but rising noble house. Tears shimmered in her eyes, trembling but not yet falling.

I moved past the first prince, then the second.

Ethans expression hardened into open distaste.

Beside him stood my cousin, Prince Alexanderthe Queens third sonwatching me with a quiet smile.

As our eyes met, something softer flickered therean almost imperceptible sigh hidden beneath courtly composure, as though he already anticipated the disappointment he believed I was about to choose for myself.

Only that morning he had leaned against the carved mantel in my aunts solar, arms folded, studying me with that same mixture of amusement and concern.

You do have eyes, Hazel. Must you always chase a man who barely looks at you? You could choose my brother instead. With your standing, why beg for indifference?

He had laughed then, careless and warm.

And yet

In my previous life, when I was condemned, it was Alexander who rode from the northern border without rest, driving his horses to collapse beneath him.

He arrived too late.

He knelt before my coffin for three days and three nights, refusing food, refusing sleep.

I failed you, he had whispered hoarsely. I should have stopped this marriage, even if it meant defying the crown. I should have saved you.

I blinked away the memory.

Beside Alexander stood the second prince, composed and detached. His mother had once been the Kings acknowledged mistress, and though he was raised within the palace, he understood the limits of his claim. He neither fought nor schemed. The throne was never truly within his reach.

The hall held its breath as I lifted the circlet.

I stepped toward the princes.

Before I could place it in anyones hands, Ethan suddenly strode forward and dropped to one knee.

Your Majesty, he said, voice ringing clear through the chamber, I beg you to release me from this honor. My heart already belongs to another.

He turned slightly, reaching toward Ava without touching her.

Lady Ava Miller is the woman I love, he continued without hesitation.

Our devotion is neither fleeting nor shallow. No one but her will ever be my wife.

Chapter 2

Ava Millers father was nothing more than a junior royal clerk attached to the Kings archives, a respectable position but far beneath the rank required for his daughter to stand in the Great Hall on a day such as this;

Her presence was tolerated for one reason alonethe favor of the Crown Prince.

The moment Ethan spoke, the chamber erupted in murmurs.

Ava lowered her eyes, color blooming delicately in her cheeks as though modesty itself had chosen her as its vessel.

She stepped forward and sank gracefully to her knees.

Your Majesty, she said, her voice trembling but clear, His Highness honors me beyond my worth. I love him sincerely. If I may remain at his side, I ask for nothing morenot title, not rank, only the privilege of being near him.

Ethan turned toward her and took her hand without hesitation, lifting his chin as he faced the throne.

Father, I will not see Ava diminished. I love her, and I will take no other wife. If I marry, it will be her and her alone.

A heavy silence fell.

Ethan, the King said slowly, disappointment hardening his voice, do you understand the weight of what you are saying?

The Queens gaze moved to Ava, cool and unamused. The daughter of a minor clerk aspiring to become the lawful wife of the heir apparent bordered on absurdity.

The King looked between his son and me before speaking with deliberate restraint.

Today is Hazels choosing, he said coldly. As for whatever understanding you believe you have formed, it may be discussed another day.

Ethan rose to his feet, defiance blazing across his features.

I will not marry Hazel. I regard her as a sister and nothing more. If she insists upon such a union, then let the court hear me clearlyI would never share my bed with her. My heirs will be born of Ava alone.

He did not stop there. His gaze shifted toward me, not uncertain.

As for Hazel, he continued coolly, she may remain within my household, should she choose to. A Royal Mistress, perhaps. It would suit her better than a crown she cannot truly claim.Gasps rippled across the hall.

The King surged upright, fury unmistakable.

I stepped forward before his anger could ignite the chamber further.

Your Majesty, I said evenly, there is no cause for unrest.

Without hesitation, I placed the golden circlet into Alexanders hands.

He blinked, amusement still lingering in his expression before it shifted into something far more serious as I entwined my fingers with his.

I have made my choice, I said calmly. I will marry Prince Alexander.

For a heartbeat, Ethan stared at us in stunned silence.

Then relief flooded his face, and he drew Ava protectively to his side.

You see, he murmured to her, loud enough for all to hear, no one stands between us now. I told you I would marry only you.

The King and Queen exchanged a look heavy with regret.

Ethan, the Queen asked quietly, are you certain? No decree has been signed. There is still time.

I am certain, he replied without hesitation. I will marry Ava.

Later, as I departed the palace, I encountered them beneath the archway of the outer gate where Ethan had escorted Ava to her carriage.

He regarded me with open contempt.

I told you long ago I would never marry you. At least today you spared yourself humiliation.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice as though offering charity.

If you regret this, once Ava and I are wed, I might persuade my mother to grant you a place within my household. You would have a title, of course, though not a wifes rights. I have given Ava my wordshe alone will bear my children.

Ava leaned against him, her cheeks flushed.

Your Highness, please, she murmured softly, though she did not withdraw her hand from his.

Then she looked at me with careful timidity.

Hazel, I never wished to wound you. I only wanted to choose for myself once in my life. You do not resent me, do you?

Ethan drew her closer.

Do not trouble yourself. No one will dare oppose you while I stand beside you. One day you will be Queen, and allincluding Hazelwill bow before you.

Chapter 3

I looked at Ethans face and remembered another lifetimethe day he ordered my people slaughtered for Ava Miller, the day he signed the decree condemning me to death. The memory was so sharp that even now I refused to linger on it.

This time, I would protect those I loved. I would not allow history to repeat itself.

Without the political alliance my marriage would have securedwithout the armies, influence, and northern loyalty that stood behind my namedid Ethan truly believe he could inherit the Southern throne so easily?

Did he imagine a crown would simply descend upon his head because he desired it?

Ava Miller was soon formally styled Princess of Wales, and overnight she became the most discussed woman in the capital. The daughter of a junior royal archivist had ascended to the highest bridal rank in the realm, and the daughters of the great houses could scarcely conceal their outrage.

Whispers followed me through drawing rooms and gallery corridors.

Your Highness, the Prince has gone too far. A clerks daughter as his lawful bride?

You were raised together from childhood. To cast aside years of affection so easilyhow could he?

I hear Lady Ava was never kind within her own household, particularly to her fathers other children. What could His Highness possibly see in her?

What did he see?

He once told me, with earnest conviction, Ava is untouched by court ambition. She is simple, unspoiled. She does not scheme or compete the way the rest of you do.

I love her precisely because she is not dazzled by rank or jewels.

I smiled faintly at the memory.

Very well.

Let us see whether such purity survives a crown.

Because I was to marry Alexander, the Queen was radiant with satisfaction. She summoned me to her private treasury and insisted I choose whatever I wished for my marriage settlements.

When I left the palace that afternoon, my attendants carried caskets of jewels, lengths of velvet and brocade, and heirloom pieces from the Queens own collection.

Near the courtyard steps, I encountered Ava on her way to pay her respects to the Queen. Her eyes were red, as though she had been weeping.

When she saw the procession behind me, something dark flickered in her expression before she lowered her gaze.

Your Highness, she said softly. You are most fortunate. Her Majesty has been exceedingly generous.

I studied her for a moment, then reached into the nearest velvet-lined case and lifted out a delicate emerald necklace.

Ava, I said lightly, this would suit you. Consider it my congratulations on becoming Princess of Wales.

Before she could respond, Ethans voice cut through the courtyard.

There is no need for such gestures.

He crossed the distance swiftly, his expression tightening as he took in the array of attendants and jewel cases.

Ava does not value these gaudy displays, he said coolly. Keep your necklace.

He turned to her immediately, concern softening his tone.

Why have you been crying?

Then his gaze returned to me, darker now.

You know my mother has not yet warmed to her. Must you parade her generosity in front of Ava? What are you trying to prove?

She is my lawful bride, he continued sharply. With or without a grand marriage portion, she will be the most envied woman in the kingdom.

I nearly laughed.

The most envied woman in the kingdom?

Avas stepmother had prepared only a modest bridal portionno more than a few trunks of linens and silver. Her fathers income as a minor court official could not sustain the kind of display expected of a future queen.

There would be no glittering procession of estates and endowments, no alliances sealed through vast settlements.

Only Ethans defiance.

And pride alone has never been enough to sustain a crown.

Chapter 4

In the capital, when a daughter of a great house married, her marriage settlement was displayed openlyestates transferred, jewels catalogued, chests sealed under heraldic crests.

A bride of royal rank was expected to arrive with wealth befitting her future station. Anything less invited speculation, and speculation in court society was a form of cruelty.

I did not know what Ava had whispered to Ethan, but the very next morning he arrived at my residence unannounced.

He did not bother with pleasantries.

Hazel, he began bluntly, if you still intend to enter my household, I will honor what I said. But you must understand your position.

My position? I repeated evenly.

Ava is my future wife, he continued. Her marriage portion is modest. Yours, however, is excessive. If you were to reside under my protection, it would be inappropriate for your settlements to eclipse hers.

I stared at him in silence.

She is too gentle to demand it, he added, as though praising virtue,

...but she suggested a simple solution. Your settlements could be presented publicly as part of her dowryeighty percent declared in her name, the remainder retained privately for your own maintenance.

Once the formalities conclude, the assets may be quietly reassigned. No one need know. Appearances will be preserved.

For a moment I thought I had misheard him.

He wished to strip me of the wealth my father and the Queen had assembled over years, parade it under another womans name, and call it courtesy.

I smiled faintly.

Ethan, the lands and jewels granted to me were settled by treaty between two crowns. They are not decorative trifles to be rearranged for convenience.

Ava and I require no such displays, he replied coolly. She has never cared for material excess.

Then surely she would be offended, I answered softly, if you felt compelled to disguise her circumstances with another womans fortune.

His expression hardened.

Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.

And if I refuse? I asked.

He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult.

In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have beforea child of your own.

For a split second, the world seemed to tilt.

Had he been reborn as well?

The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

He knew I had once endured humiliation for him.

He knew I had once died because of him.

And he believed that love still chained me.

I steadied my breath.

I do not know what you are talking about, I said evenly.

Then I met his gaze without flinching.

I have never said I intended to marry you.

He stared at me as though I had spoken nonsense.

A slow, mocking smile curved his lips.

Stubbornness does not become you, Hazel. Who else do you imagine you could possibly marry?

His tone sharpened, but beneath it lay absolute conviction.

You think withdrawing will make me chase you? That feigned indifference will change my mind? It will not.

He straightened, looking down at me with the same patronizing assurance he had worn in my previous life.

Even if you do enter my household, you will never stand above Ava. At best, you would hold a lesser place. And that is only if I allow it.

He gave a short, dismissive laugh.

You have loved me too long to walk away now. This little display is nothing more than pride.

The unshakable belief that he would always circle back to him.

That no matter how publicly he humiliated me, I would still choose him.

That my entire future revolved around the orbit of his approval.

I said nothing.

At that moment, one of Avas attendants stepped forward, carrying a folded garment of heavy silk.

Your Highness, she said carefully, this was found among the princesss dowrys, as you instructed.

I recognized it instantly.

My bridal mantlewoven in cloth-of-gold, embroidered with the northern stag and the southern lion, commissioned for a future queen.

I stood at once.

Why is that in your hands?

Ethan waved dismissively.

Pack it and send it to Lady Avas residence. You have no right to wear state colors reserved for a sovereigns bride. That mantle will serve her far better.

I moved toward it instinctively, but he caught my wrist and pushed me back.

Enough. You have refused to assist her publicly, yet you cling to garments you will never be entitled to wear. What purpose does it serve you?

And then a voice cut through the roomsteady, edged with restrained fury.

On what authority does the Crown Prince confiscate the bridal mantle of my future wife?