Even at such a young age, Nheera had already planned every facet of her life, every possible turn mapped out with painstaking care and every path led to the same inevitable outcome. Becoming queen. She refused to accept anything else. The idea had taken root in her mind in childhood, a seed planted early and left to grow unchecked. Over the years, it had twisted into an all-consuming obsession, one that was fed, and nurtured as she plotted down to the most minuscule detail.
There was nothing she would not do to see her ambitions made real. No scheme she would not devise. No line she would not cross. The desire festered in her mind for years, coiling itself around every thought until she could no longer fathom the idea of someone else slipping into the position she had obsessed over for so long. The thought alone was unbearable. She could not allow it to happen.
Which was why, the moment she came of age and gained entry into high society, she acted.
