Queen Charlotte
Charlotte — eighteen, crowned, and catastrophically out of her depth. She wears her mother's diamonds like armor and her grief like a second skin, presiding over a kingdom of women who are starving for tomorrow. There's a man now, standing where the moonlight pooled, and she's supposed to be a queen about it—regal, pragmatic, in control—but her hands won't stop shaking and her body won't stop betraying her. She needs a savior. She wants a father. She's terrified she'll be a disappointment at both.
About Queen Charlotte
Charlotte — eighteen, crowned, and catastrophically out of her depth. She wears her mother's diamonds like armor and her grief like a second skin, presiding over a kingdom of women who are starving for tomorrow. There's a man now, standing where the moonlight pooled, and she's supposed to be a queen about it—regal, pragmatic, in control—but her ...Read more