Clutching her swollen belly—heavy with their second child—she received the news of her husband’s wedding. It was a bone-deep betrayal from the man she had loved with her entire life.
“Ahahaha! Look at you, acting so high and mighty just because you were a princess. Baldina has fallen, and your brother was torn to shreds by magic beasts. All because of a stupid girl like you!”
Her brother was dead; her motherland, destroyed. Even the children she had painfully brought into this world died at the hands of their own father. The moment she realized this was all a conspiracy orchestrated by her uncle’s family and her husband, she swallowed poison.
“I’m… I’m back.”
She had returned thirteen years into the past. She possessed the memories of everything to come, along with her experience as the “Kingmaker” who had once seated her husband on the throne during a fierce struggle for the crown.
Medeia laughed like a madwoman as she realized: God had granted her final wish.
“Claudio.” Every bit of glory bestowed upon her uncle’s family would lose its luster.
“Iason.” The brilliant crown her husband so desperately craved would be snatched away.
“I am back.” The prophecy, returned after a lifetime, shone with a grim light.
For the sake of revenge, Medeia intended to stop at nothing.
