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 Robe, Red Lie
He grins like a cat with a trapped bird—until the flames lick her hem and his smirk falters. That red robe? Symbol of power, yes—but also a cage. When Stacey rises from ash, he finally sees: she chose her ending before he even drew breath. 🩸
Bandaged Truths in a Humble Room
From palace fire to straw-thatched bed—the real drama begins when Stacey wakes, gagged, trembling. Her mother’s hands, not swords, hold the truth. That envelope? Not a will. A lifeline. My Ending, My Choice isn’t about grand exits—it’s about quiet awakenings. 📜
The Crown’s Shadow Has Eyes
Notice how the advisor flinches *before* the fire spreads? He knew. The whole court knew. But only Stacey dared turn the ritual into a reckoning. Her fall wasn’t defeat—it was strategy. And that final smile? She already rewrote the script. 👑✨
When ‘Daughter’ Is a Weapon
‘For My Daughter, Stacey’—three words that detonate the entire hierarchy. The letter isn’t ink on paper; it’s legacy, guilt, and love fused into one scroll. She reads it not as victim, but heir. My Ending, My Choice proves: sometimes the loudest revolution wears white robes and silence. 🕊️
The Fire Dance That Broke the Crown
Stacey’s black-robed ritual in flames wasn’t just spectacle—it was rebellion. Every spin, every fallen candle, screamed defiance. The crown-wearer watched, amused… until he realized her fire wasn’t meant to burn the temple, but his illusion. 🔥 #MyEndingMyChoice