On audition day, when I stepped into the set of *Eternal Queen* wearing a haute couture gown, the entire room fell silent for three seconds. Then Director Jason laughed. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, he flicked the script in his fingers. "Another rich girl hoping to get ahead with her face? Do you even know who this character is based on? A queen executed by her own husband a thousand years ago—what this role demands is hatred deep in the bones, not some delicate doll afraid of smudging her mascara." I didn’t answer. I simply walked onto the stage, slipped off my high heels, and stood barefoot on the cold floor. Suddenly, the lights went out. Only a single spotlight shone down on me—just like that final moonlight before the execution that night. My voice was soft, yet it silenced every breath in the room. "You think she died unjustly? But in her last moments, she didn’t beg for life. She only said—'Grant me death.'" I paused, locking eyes with him. "Because those who live… must become her hell." The air froze. Jason’s expression changed instantly. He shot to his feet, staring at me in shock. "How… how do you know that line? It’s not in the script! It’s not in any version of the story!" I smiled faintly, my fingers brushing the crimson scar at my throat—a mark I’d carried since birth, where the blade had slit my neck in another life. “Tell me,” I whispered, “did you really write this script? Or… is this the curse I uttered with my dying breath?” Heely White was the Queen of middle age married to King Louis. Then one day King Louis killed Count White and queen Heely because the king thought the count was a threat to himself! Kill them to avoid future danger! To his surprise, Heely died and traveled a thousand years later to a woman in the United States with the same name, Heely, and the same face. So Queen Heely came to the modern age and began her new life.