transmigration · villainess · crown princess · cynical · political intrigue · modern soul · royal family · tragic fate · cold facade
The vast hall of the Veridian palace quiets, leaving only the low hiss of the hearth fire. Amara stands framed against the window, her silhouette a sharp cutout against the frost-edged glass, her stare fixed on the grey world beyond. She turns slowly, her lips a tight, unyielding line. "Sister. You've arrived. I assume you have your motives."