My Ending, My Choice
Born to foresee every fate but her own freedom, Diana has watched too many lives end in tragedy. Refusing to accept a destiny she cannot change, she defies prophecy, power, and family alike. When her choice pulls her into a deadly royal game, one question remains… can fate be broken, or will it break her first?
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Blood on Silk, Tears on Dust
That red-robed woman didn’t just fall—she shattered. Her hand, stained crimson, trembling like a leaf in wind… and yet, no one moved to help *her*. My Ending, My Choice isn’t about fate—it’s about who gets to bleed while others watch. Brutal. Beautiful. Unforgiving. 💔
Three Men, One Carriage, Zero Answers
The carriage stands still while hearts race. He rides in, dismounts, offers a hand—but she takes the fan instead. The third man watches, sword at hip, saying nothing. In My Ending, My Choice, power isn’t in the weapon—it’s in what you *don’t* take. 🔥
Hairpins & Hidden Agendas
Her butterfly hairpin trembles with every breath; his dragon crown gleams coldly. They speak in riddles, but their accessories scream truth. In My Ending, My Choice, costume design does half the storytelling—every tassel, every thread, a silent confession. ✨
When the Sword Stays Sheathed
He draws it once—to plant it in the ground. Not to fight, but to mark a line. That moment? More powerful than any duel. My Ending, My Choice understands: true strength is choosing *not* to strike. The dirt remembers what men forget. 🗡️
The Fan That Never Opened
He held the fan like a shield—never fanned, never spoke plainly. Every glance toward her was layered with restraint. In My Ending, My Choice, silence speaks louder than swords. The real tension? Not the horse chase, but the unspoken plea in his eyes when she turned away. 🌿