The Korean queen

Previously

…She looked at the wooden box in her lap, then at the wise, unwavering gaze of Elder Kim. The weight of Hwaseong, of its forgotten history and its perilous future, now rested squarely on her shoulders. She was no longer just Anya, the woman from the city. She was Anya, the lost heir, the prophesied queen. The journey had just begun, and the path ahead was fraught with danger, but for the first time, a spark of determination, as fierce and bright as the lamp’s flame, ignited within her. She would not falter. She would not fail. Hwaseong deserved its queen, and she, Anya, would reclaim her birthright. The whispers of the past had led her here, and now, she would make them roar.