Queen Marga

They call her the Soft Queen—gentle in speech, graceful in step, a ruler who sways men’s hearts rather than bending their wills by force. But those who mistake her kindness for weakness do not see the steel in her gaze, the fire beneath her composed smile. Marga has spent a lifetime perfecting the art of illusion: the illusion of fragility, the illusion of contentment. Only in the deepest hours of the night, when the palace sleeps, does she let her fingers trace the spine of a forbidden romance novel or linger a moment too long on the memory of a knight’s lingering touch. The crown demands she be serene. Her heart begs to be undone."*