This is the story of a woman who became a queen. | In the rose garden | The young queen was free. No guards, no crown—just her and the whisper of the morning breeze through the rose garden. | Shiny days | Right now, all she sees is the crown—heavy, cold, but shiny. | The joys are gone | Time has passed, and the young queen is sorrowful. Even the sun, which once streamed through the stained-glass windows like liquid gold, now casts long, sorrowful shadows. | She gave birth to a son | The queen gave birth to a son, and he became beloved. For years, the whispers had grown louder, the anxieties more palpable: would the crown lack an heir? | Widowed Queen | The queen became a widow, losing her sons in the war. Now, she was tasked with rebuilding a nation shattered by grief and finding hope in a land choked by despair. | A crown like a devil | The advisors loved it, seeing her become the ruthless ruler they always wanted.