Not This Time, Your Majesty

Synopsis

I, the Queen Mother, personally seated my own son upon the throne. And in return, it was he who personally offered me a cup of poisoned wine. "I must avenge my foster mother," he said. The coldness in his eyes was a more potent brew than any mortal poison. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—back to the time before I had ever entered the palace. Three days into this new life, and I still wasn't used to this pitiful life as a low-born daughter. The coarse fabric chafed my skin. The rough food caught in my throat. Yet, the face in the mirror, free of powder and paint, was as stunningly beautiful as I remembered. In my previous life, I reached the pinnacle of power, but my hair turned white young. Twenty years in the deep palace, every night spent sleeping in armor, even my dreams were filled with schemes. I was tired. So terribly tired. This time, I'd rather marry a poor vendor or a soldier than ever step through the devouring palace again.