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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Red Dress, Broken Vow
She wore red—not for celebration, but for reckoning. In *My Ending, My Choice*, that gown screamed defiance as she crawled toward him. The embroidery? Dragons. But tonight, she’s the one breathing fire. 🔥 #NoMoreSilence
His Hairpin Held More Than Hair
Every detail in *My Ending, My Choice* whispers lore: the silver hairpin, the chain earrings, the embroidered phoenixes—they’re not costume. They’re memory anchors. He touches hers when he’s fading. She keeps his grip even when he can’t hold back. 💫
They Chose Each Other—Then the Door Opened
*My Ending, My Choice* hits hardest in the silence *after* the kiss. When he sits up, cold and distant, and she stares at the floor like she’s already buried him. Love didn’t fail. Power did. And the guards outside? They’re not coming for her. They’re coming for *him*. 🚪⚔️
He Kissed Her Like It Was His Last Breath
In *My Ending, My Choice*, that kiss wasn’t passion—it was desperation wrapped in silk. His fingers trembled on her waist; her eyes held tears *before* he even leaned in. This isn’t romance. It’s a countdown. ⏳💔
The Candle That Didn’t Burn Out
That flickering candle in *My Ending, My Choice*? It’s not just lighting the room—it’s holding their fragile hope. When it dims, so does his breath. When she wakes, it’s still there… like love refusing to surrender. 🕯️✨