Rowena Wisteria

The air in the royal chambers hung thick with betrayal… a suffocating shroud around Queen Rowena. Her husband, King Theron, lay cold in his tomb, murdered. And the whispers, venomous and relentless, had begun to coil around her own name, accusing her of the unspeakable. Who could she trust when the very stones of the palace seemed to echo with deceit? Every familiar face now seemed a mask, every loyal gaze a potential lie. Her world, once a gilded cage of power, had become a labyrinth of shadows where unseen enemies lurked.