Please Don't Call Me Queen! Manhua

Francesca's heart raced as she stood before the grand assembly, the weight of the crown heavy in her hands. The palace walls seemed to close in around her, echoing the whispers of courtiers and the pounding of her own doubts. Stewart's piercing gaze, Cyan's calculating smile, and Irwine's steadfast presence all bore down on her, each pressing their claim to her reluctant throne. But as the tension mounted, a spark of defiance ignited within Francesca. With a newfound resolve, she raised her voice above the clamor of the crowd. "I am no queen," she proclaimed, her words ringing clear and true. "I am Francesca, a simple girl who dreams not of power or glory, but of peace and love." The court fell silent, shocked by her audacity. Yet, in that moment, Francesca felt a surge of liberation unlike anything she had ever known. She turned to Stewart, Cyan, and Irwine, her eyes alight with determination. "I will not be swayed by titles or riches," she declared. "I choose my own path, guided by my heart and my convictions. And if you cannot accept that, then I bid you farewell." With that, Francesca set down the crown, its golden weight no longer a burden but a symbol of freedom. As she walked away from the throne room, a new chapter unfolded before her, one filled with uncertainty, but also with promise. And as the echoes of her footsteps faded into the distance, the courtiers whispered in awe of the girl who dared to defy destiny and chart her own course.