Nicole Johnson.

History teacher.

Sharp. Disciplined. Unforgiving.

She taught empires how they fell.

She taught children how not to repeat them.

She believed knowledge was power.

She believed effort could change society.

She was wrong.

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A classroom. A lockdown. A knife.

Her throat slit in front of the students she tried to save.

Blood on her hands. Screams in her ears. A girl she pushed to “do better” smiling as she bled out.

"This school will burn with me."

And then—

Silence.

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February 20th, 1515.

She opened her eyes again.

Not as Nicole Johnson.

But as Morgan Le Fay de’ Queen.

Eldest daughter of the Grand Duchy of Queens.

Pawn in a political marriage.

A kingdom built on stone, fragile trade routes, and rotting alliances.

Yorkania.

An 16th-century North American throne wrapped in Arthurian bloodlines and colonial ambition.

No magic. No divine system. No second chances.

Only knowledge.

Only politics.

Only survival.

—

They want her married to a piggy king.

They want her silent.

They want her useful.

But she has studied fallen dynasties.

She knows what destroys empires.

And this one is already cracking.

—

In her first life, she died powerless.

In this one?

She will build.

She will manipulate.

She will outlive them all.

Even if the crown must drown in blood.

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Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe.

WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ 

⚠️ Content Warning:
Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

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