The Korean queen

Previously

…The next morning, the city felt different. The familiar streets seemed to hum with a hidden energy, the faces of strangers held a new depth, as if each carried a secret waiting to be unearthed. Anya walked with a newfound purpose, her steps lighter, her gaze sharper. She still had a life to pack, questions to answer, and a world to prepare for. But as she hailed a taxi, her destination no longer a library, but the address of an international travel agency, a single, bold thought echoed in her mind. Joseon was waiting. And Anya was coming home.