Reborn to Rewrite the Throne

"I was the legitimate firstborn daughter of the King of the North.After my mother’s death, my aunt married the King of the South and became his Queen Consort. She brought me to her court, raising me beside her own sons.The Southern King adored me—He would seat me upon his knee and gesture toward the princes, laughing lightly:“When Hazel comes of age, whichever prince she chooses as her husband shall inherit this throne of the South.”“Stay here, child. The South could be your home.”In my previous life, I chose the Crown Prince—Ethan.I stood beside him during the War of Succession. I funded his armies with Northern gold. I silenced rival lords. I secured the throne for him.And when he was crowned king—He repaid me with imprisonment in the White Tower.And an order signed in his own hand.The North burned.The court was purged.Before I was forced to take my own life, he came to watch.“If not for you,” he said coldly, “Ava would still be alive.”“She died alone while I could not even mourn her. You will suffer tenfold.”“The Nouth falls because of you. Their blood is your dowry.”Then I died.When I opened my eyes again, I was seated once more in the Great Hall.The King was smiling.“Hazel, today you will choose your husband.”The princes stood before me.This time, I did not look at Ethan.I pointed instead to the Queen’s third son.“I will marry Alexander.”And this time—I would decide who burns."