One girl. One chance. One royal destiny. When Everleigh is chosen in a mysterious lottery to attend the kingdom’s princess school, her life is thrown into a world of power, intrigue, and hidden agendas. Among rival candidates who will stop at nothing to see her fail, and a childhood friend who harbors a dangerous secret, Everleigh must navigate a web of secrets, ambition, and unexpected love. As the royal ball approaches and destinies are revealed, Everleigh will discover that some choices can change everything—and that the greatest gamble may be trusting her heart.
ดูเพิ่มเติมHi there, dear reader.
First, let me thank you for picking up Once Upon A Lottery. Stories are living things—they don’t exist without someone to tell them and someone to listen. So the fact that you’re here, turning these pages, already makes this book a shared journey between us. This story has been growing in me for a long time. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of fate—how one unexpected moment can change everything. What if your whole life could shift with the draw of a name? What if destiny didn’t care about wealth, titles, or bloodlines, but about the courage of an ordinary girl? That was the seed that grew into Everleigh’s tale. Everleigh begins this story with very little: no status, no resources, no claim to glory. She comes from the fringes of her kingdom, where survival matters more than shining gowns or polished manners. She’s not the kind of girl anyone would expect to see inside a palace—yet fate has a way of turning expectations upside down. When the kingdom announces a lottery to find a future princess, it isn’t just about dresses, dances, or charm. It’s about power. It’s about alliances. It’s about turning young women into pieces on a political chessboard. Everleigh never wanted to be part of that game—but once her name is called, she can’t step back. The world she enters is dazzling and cruel in equal measure, filled with girls who will stop at nothing to rise above their rivals. And among them is Everleigh’s fiercest enemy: a noble-born girl named Krystal, who sees Everleigh as a threat the moment she steps through the palace gates. But this isn’t just a story of rivalry—it’s also a story of love. At the heart of Everleigh’s journey is Rowan, her childhood friend who has been her anchor for years. He’s witty, loyal, a little infuriating at times, but he’s also hiding a secret that could unravel everything she thinks she knows about him—and about herself. Once Upon A Lottery is about first love, yes, but also about trust, courage, and discovering that sometimes the very things that make us different are the things that make us strong. It’s about what happens when an ordinary girl is thrust into extraordinary circumstances, and how every choice she makes will shape not only her own future, but perhaps the fate of the entire kingdom. This is the first book in the Reign Evermore series, and while it begins with hope, wonder, and the sparkle of something new, I promise you that the road ahead will be filled with trials, triumphs, heartbreak, and unexpected twists. Everleigh’s journey is just beginning, and I cannot wait for you to walk beside her as she learns what it truly means to take control of her destiny. So thank you, again, for stepping into this story with me. Get comfortable, lose yourself in the palace halls, and prepare for secrets, schemes, and the kind of love that only comes once in a lifetime. The lottery has begun. Are you ready? — K. Lyn LeighEverleigh awoke to the soft golden light spilling through the tall windows of her room. The morning air carried a faint chill, and she shivered lightly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The dream from the night before clung stubbornly to her mind, like mist refusing to lift. Masked dances, explosions, Krystal’s mocking laughter, Rowan’s pained gaze—they haunted her still.She rose slowly, her bare feet brushing against the cool stone floor. Today, like every day at the Academy, she would wear the assigned white dress—a gown identical to those worn by every other girl. The long, flowing sleeves brushed her wrists, the high neckline pressed gently against her collarbone, and the bodice was simple, unadorned, leaving little room for personal expression. Yet, as she smoothed the fabric over her shoulders, she reminded herself that poise and grace could speak where fabric could not.Her hair fell freely over her shoulders, unadorned and natural. She brushed it carefully, mind
Everleigh drifted into sleep with the lingering scent of honeysuckle clinging to her skin, her body still warm from the bath, her mind lulled by the quiet of the Academy. At first, her dream was gentle, soft, like a memory she had tucked away in a pocket of her heart. She found herself in a grand hall, its crystal chandeliers casting sparkling light across polished floors. Music swirled around her, lilting and sweet, and she felt a hand slide into hers.Looking up, her heart skipped a beat. The masked man from the lottery stood before her, dressed in elegant black attire with subtle gold embroidery. The mask covered his eyes and nose, lending him an air of mystery that drew her closer. “May I have this dance?” his voice was smooth, low, and reverent.Everleigh’s lips curved into a smile, and she allowed herself to be led. They danced gracefully, twirling across the floor in time with the music, their steps perfect and effortless. She felt light, almost weightless, as if the world had
The dining hall buzzed with subdued chatter as the girls gathered for supper. Everleigh moved carefully through the rows of long tables, balancing her tray with the simple meal that had been prepared for them. Compared to the modest fare she had been used to, this was luxurious—but far less than the rich, elaborate meals that Krystal and the other noble-born girls had grown accustomed to. Everleigh’s hand tightened around the edge of the tray as she caught Krystal complaining about the portions again, her voice shrill and dripping with disdain.Everleigh didn’t respond; she had learned already that words in the heat of irritation only gave the noble girls power. Instead, she focused on her meal, savoring each bite quietly, and allowed the room to hum around her as she finished. She noticed other girls sneaking glances at her, whispering to one another, and for a moment, a pang of unease stirred within her. But she reminded herself that she had survived worse attention at the lottery a
Rowan’s arm remained tight around Everleigh’s waist, a silent anchor in the storm of her pounding heart. His touch was firm but careful, like he knew she was on the verge of trembling apart. The knock came again, sharper this time, reverberating through the thick oak door of her chamber.“Everleigh?” a voice called. Female. One of the girls from her wing. “You’re taking forever—are you coming down for the afternoon rounds or not?”Panic seized her chest. She couldn’t let anyone find Rowan here. If he was discovered, it wouldn’t be him who paid the harshest price—it would be her. Expulsion. Humiliation. Perhaps worse.Rowan’s grip tightened, his fingers pressing into her side with the unspoken command to stay silent. His eyes burned into hers, warning and unwavering.“I—” Her throat felt dry as parchment. Forcing the tremor out of her voice, she called, “I’ll be down in a moment!”There was a pause. A sigh. Then the faint scuff of slippers retreating down the corridor.Everleigh slumpe
The dining hall of the Academy was grand enough to make even the proudest noble pause. Long polished tables gleamed beneath the golden chandeliers. The air smelled faintly of honeyed bread, spiced meats, and roasted vegetables—aromas that tugged painfully at the stomachs of those who had grown up hungry. Everleigh lingered at the back of the procession of girls as they entered, her eyes wide at the sheer abundance.It was almost cruel. She could still remember nights of gnawing hunger when her mother and she had shared a crust of bread so hard it cracked between her teeth. And now—now the tables were weighed down with dishes she’d only seen in storybooks.Roasted pheasants, their skins golden and glistening. Thick loaves of honey bread, sliced and steaming. A rich stew bubbling in a cauldron near the head table, thick with chunks of venison and root vegetables. Silver goblets filled with watered wine and crystal pitchers that caught the candlelight.Around her, murmurs rose from the g
The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when the bells of the Academy began to toll, their steady peal echoing through the marble halls. The sound was sharp, commanding—an order rather than an invitation. Everleigh stirred, rising from the thin mattress in her assigned dormitory. Around her, the other girls scrambled into motion, the air filling with whispers, yawns, and the rustle of fabric.“Up, up, ladies,” a matron’s clipped voice called from the doorway. “The King does not tolerate tardiness, and neither shall we.”Everleigh smoothed her hair with her fingers and blinked away the remnants of sleep. The dormitory was stark, rows of identical beds lined against the walls, white linens neatly tucked. It smelled faintly of lavender soap and candle smoke. She had slept little, her mind replaying the sounds of girls weeping the night before after the last cut. Thirty of them remained now. Only thirty out of seventy.Today, the real lessons began.A maid entered, wheeling a cart
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