My King Killed Our Daughter, So I Took His Crown

My husband, the King, executed our daughter for treason after believing his mistress's lies. Then he destroyed my family and killed me too. When I opened my eyes again, I was ten years in the past. This time, I knew exactly how we would die. I stopped the poison meant for my twelve-year-old daughter, exposed his mistress's fake pregnancy, and uncovered the military plot designed to destroy my family. He wanted my family weakened. He feared his own daughter becoming Queen. So I gave him exactly what he feared. I took his Crown.