Elyzara Thorne was just an ordinary woman until she died in the dumbest way possible. One moment she was walking down the street, the next, she was choking on a piece of candy and face-planting into the afterlife. Before she could even process her own stupidity, a snarky system appeared and dumped her into the body of a newborn baby.

Sounds bad? Oh, it gets worse.

Her new moms are the most terrifying tyrants the world has ever seen two ridiculously powerful empresses who rule with an iron fist, burn cities for fun, and make their enemies weep in fear. The entire kingdom is one bad day away from rebellion, and Elyzara’s new mission (whether she likes it or not) is to stop these two overpowered warlords from getting themselves overthrown.

The problem?
	•	She’s a literal infant.
	•	Her moms worship the ground she drools on and think she’s the best thing since world domination.
	•	Everyone around her is scared shitless of her “divine presence,” making diplomacy nearly impossible.

Can Elyzara stop her bloodthirsty parents from committing war crimes before she’s old enough to walk? Or is she doomed to be the adorable mascot of tyranny?

I'd faced dragons, undead hordes, angry mobs, and in my more reckless youth my future mother-in-law. But nothing had prepared me for the delicate mission of uncovering precisely where our princess's favorite vampire had gone missing, and who exactly was now walking around pretending to be Velka Nightthorn.


"You're certain about this?" Elira asked, glancing at me over her shoulder as she adjusted the straps of her battle leathers. "You're absolutely positive?"


I sighed dramatically, cinching my sword belt a little tighter than necessary. "If Elyzara says Velka isn't Velka, then Velka isn't Velka. Simple logic."


Elira arched an elegant eyebrow. "Simple logic? Mara, nothing involving those two has ever been simple. They make romantic subplots in novels look straightforward."


Chapter 181 - Search and Rescue (and Ruin My Boots)