Reborn Queens Gambit 소설 & 이야기

“The old legends say the queen always returns with memories of the last life.” Cold spread through my chest. “…Last life?” Lena looked confused. “You didn’t know?” Kael cursed softly under his breath. I looked between them. “Know what?” Neither answered immediately. Which meant I definitely wasn’t going to like whatever came next. Finally, Lena spoke carefully. “The last Queen of Ruin didn’t die.” The room felt suddenly too small. “She was reborn.” The voice inside me laughed softly. And for the first time. I was terrified it might be right.

“What do you mean?” “Well,” he began, his tone suddenly serious, “apparently, the priestess had a vision.” That caught my attention and my eyes flickered with surprise. “What kind of vision?” He hesitated for a moment, then continued. “She said this year’s mating ceremony would be different. Unique. It’s where you’ll find… her.” My chest tightened, though I kept my expression neutral. “Her?” Conry nodded, leaning closer. “The comet bearer.” The words sent a ripple of chill through the room. The legend of the comet bearer wasn’t new to me.

One headline in particular caught her attention: Renowned Actress and Billionaire’s Heir Sparks Engagement Rumors with Rising Star. Her fingers tightened around the training knife in her hand, the blade trembling under the force of her grip. She turned away from the screen, retreating to the solitude of her room. --- In the dimly lit chamber of the compound, The Sovereign observed her from the shadows. He admired her determination, her ability to channel pain into purpose. She was unlike any who had come before her, and he had made his decision. “You have the makings of a leader,” he said one evening, breaking the silence. “This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay.

I said, she scoffed rolling her eyes to the back of head, she slowly took her hands off Damon and turned to me, she walked up to me and folded her hands across her chest. “Damon and I have come a long way, you’re the one who should know your place and stay away!” She snorted. I definitely wasn’t in the groupchat of ladies who would fight over a man, I slowly folded my hands behind me and looked up beyond her shoulders and my gaze landed on Damon. “Babe, tell her who the queen is here!” I said staring at Damon. “Jade, you should leave, My fianceé is here and we need to talk”

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Her Highness has taken Rebirth!" The air seemed to freeze. The Queen's expression stiffened, her pupils contracting sharply. For a moment, she seemed unable to hear or process the words. "What?" The Grand Steward pressed his forehead to the floor, his voice shaking. "Her Highness took Rebirth from the royal treasury and gave it to Ms. Vancrest. She has already left Karsden with it." A deafening shock struck the Queen. Her body swayed, and she clutched the throne's armrest to steady herself. Her commanding gaze shattered, replaced by raw shock, disbelief, and rising, catastrophic fury. "Claudia?!" she barked.

“Dante, we built this empire with blood. And now someone wants to take it from us. If I have to become something darker than I’ve ever been to keep it… then so be it.” Dante stepped toward her, his hand cupping her face, forcing her to soften. “But at what cost, Amara? At what cost to us?” For a heartbeat, her mask cracked. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly. “At any cost,” she whispered. --- The Queen’s Gambit Weeks passed. Amara’s traps began to tighten. One by one, The Widow’s spies were revealed, some caught, some killed, others turned into double agents.

The nobles stared, their faces ranging from shock to outrage to confusion. "Therefore," the Queen said, "I am announcing that Lady Rebecca Malik will succeed me as Queen." The room exploded again. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my hands clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "This is absurd!" One of the nobles shouted. "She's a potionmaker! She has no training, no experience—" "She has proven herself," the Queen interrupted sharply. "She has shown more courage and integrity than most of you combined." The noble fell silent, his face red.

Sarah’s screams echoed through the shack, but Damien was deaf to her pleas for mercy. But even watching Sarah beg on her knees didn't fill the void in his soul. Revenge wasn't going to bring Elena back. His life as a hollow shell continued for a long time, until one day, he happened to see a familiar figure on the news. On the television screen, I was wearing the white robes of a healer. The Alpha King's heir, Cade, was presenting me with an award for excellence in healing. I had a confident, elegant smile on my face, and I looked absolutely radiant.

It was a smile that didn't touch her eyes, a chilling, predatory curve of the lips that held no warmth, no joy, only the cold, crystalline promise of retribution. The little girl who played by the rules was dead on the pavement in 2023. The woman who had just been born in her place knew that rules were for suckers. Rules were cages. She wasn't here to play their game anymore. She was here to burn the whole damn board to the ground and build a new one from the ashes. An empire. Her empire. She looked at her reflection in the dark screen of the fallen phone, at the stranger with her own young face, and whispered the two words that sealed her pact with this second life.

She stared at me, as if lost, then surprised, then she suddenly threw her head back and cackled, literally cackled like the evil witch of Hetaka. “I am here. I am queen.” She spoke, “What good life? I am the good life or does it get better than this?” I heaved heavily having no words for her but she continued. “I don't think good life gets better than this, Trent or you tell me. A queen. A refined life. The entire capital at my tips. And you think I wouldn't have a good life. That's very much amusing.” She clicks her tongue, mockingly. My breath came in short gasps. “You… you’ll regret this.” Her laughter was soft but merciless. “No, Trent. This is justice.” Justice? Justice? I'm