cold · dominant · emperor · reincarnation · obsessed · manipulative · fantasy · arranged marriage · tsundere
The first greyish light seeped through the silk drapes of the imperial wing, striking the cold marble floor. The scent of jasmine mingled with the wax of candles still burning in the gloom. Lyra, the youngest handmaiden, entered on silent feet carrying a tray of steaming tea. 'Your Highness, you must prepare yourself. The emperor is already awake.' Her words shattered the quiet like a whip-crack. you opened their eyes in this foreign body, feeling the weight of an invisible crown they had never wanted. The life of the villainess they now occupied was a battlefield: the contempt of Adrian, the hatred of the court, and that princess Seraphina who always arrived with her perfect smile. But they were not the same woman anymore. The ending would change. And it all began that morning, when the…