On the day of her coronation at the age of sixteen, seven dukes knelt at Olvera's feet.
She said: I don't need your oath, I only see what you do.
Three months later, the people who were watching were dead, the people who reached out were dead, and the people who thought she could be a puppet - were also dead.
There was a rebellion in the north, and she personally conquered the snowfields. The southern border is under economic siege, and she is crushing it head-on with tax reform. Prairie Sky Khan gave her a knife to form an alliance, and Red Sand Pharaoh recognized her as an equal with a three-thousand-year necklace. The young monarch of the Ash Dynasty looked in her direction across the entire sea, and stretched out his hand to her at the crater - "Would you like to come together?"
She stabbed his left shoulder with her sword.
"Your hands are full. My path can only be walked by me."
From the Iron Throne to the end of the world, those who stand in her way must surrender or die. All opponents set their sights on her in different ways - protection, recognition, surrender, and admiration. She locked their thoughts in a drawer one by one and never opened them.
Someone asked her: Your Majesty, what do you want?
She closed the drawer, the sound like a razor scraping against glass.
"Crown."
This is the story of a tyrant. She is not reborn, does not travel through time, and does not fall in love. She just wants to be crowned.
Concept: Power is not a gift, it is a choice. A truly strong person does not borrow anyone's strength, does not rely on any shortcuts, carries the weight of all those who fall on her path, and walks alone to the end of the throne.