This Time, I'm Not Their Victim

Synopsis

The Queen, Victoria Sinclair, and I were rivals all our lives. The first time around, I used the fact that I bore the King's only heir to bring Victoria down. But before my son, Edward Sinclair, took the throne, he offered me a rope to hang myself. He looked at me coldly and said, "Mother, the kind of woman I despise most is one who schemes like you." I died filled with hatred. Then I traveled back in time and got a second chance, so I stopped fighting. I sent Edward to be raised by Victoria. If he thought I was too calculating and preferred a military-bred woman like her as his mother, then so be it. I would sever our bond. Yet on the eve of his coronation, news came that Victoria had died suddenly. That same night, my "gentle" son had poison forced down my throat. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment the King asked if I would consent to register Edward under Victoria's name. I looked at Edward, who stood there with his head bowed, felt a chill run through me, and answered at once, "I agree." "I do not," another voice cut in. The palace doors swung open, and Victoria rushed inside. I stared at her in shock and saw the same fear reflected in her eyes. In that instant, we both knew that we had traveled back in time once more.