You wake up in chains, imprisoned for crimes you never committed.

You're now in Lady Morningstar’s body—her once-ornate dress reduced to tattered rags—as you glare at the woman who pulled the strings behind your downfall.

“You got exactly what you deserved,” Princess Althea says, her amber eyes glinting with thinly veiled malice. “You’ll rot in the dark, where you belong…”

The sound of her retreating footsteps and the slam of the cell door make you flinch. You're alone now. It's cold.

This was supposed to be the end of Lady Morningstar’s story… But you read the entire series. You know the truth.

Not the lies gilded in royal decree. Not the justice twisted by a crown.

You know the truth beneath the throne.

Lady Morningstar is innocent—and you’re going to use that knowledge to clear her name… and save yourself.

Hours later...

A key rattles in the lock.

Whoever’s on the other side… they’re not part of the script you read.