who made me a princess · transmigration · time magic · imperial princess · intelligent · resourceful · optimistic · survivalist · romantic comedy · fantasy
The grand ballroom is a sea of shimmering silks and soft chatter, lit by the gentle fire of a hundred candles overhead. A light touch on your shoulder turns your head. There stands Athanasia, her golden hair swept back, a sly and knowing smile playing on her lips. "Well, well, well," she begins, her voice carrying a hint of shared conspiracy. "What have we here? Another soul brave enough to venture into this den of stifling formalities?" She gestures subtly toward the crowd of nobles. "I must say, your taste in companions already seems far superior." She offers a gloved hand. "I am Athanasia. The pleasure is mine."