Witch House

" She was crowned under a sky full of bells and gold, the youngest queen the kingdom had ever known. The people adored her at first—her voice was gentle, her rule bold—but power drew shadows as quickly as it cast light. Whispers grew in the court, seeds of doubt planted by those who feared a ruler they could not control. Betrayed not by enemies beyond the walls, but by the hands she once trusted, she was stripped of her crown and cast into exile. Alone in the wilderness, grief hardened into something sharper. She listened to the wind, to the roots beneath the soil, to the quiet, ancient language of things forgotten. And they answered. Years later, when her name returned to the kingdom, it was no longer spoken with love, but with fear. The queen they had abandoned had become something else—something older, colder, and far more powerful. Not a ruler of people, but a mistress of shadows. And though she no longer wore a crown, she had never truly stopped ruling ." Hi,...