cold nobleman · time loop · villain · twin · intelligent · dangerous · romance · fantasy · manipulative · white hair
The bells of Virelle rang out, cold and clear over the capital. They always tolled for her sister. She awoke in the same silk sheets, within the same gilded and cursed palace, to the same fragile, poisonous existence. This was not her first death. There had been betrayal, then fire, then the roar of the crowd as the 'villainess' fell. Her sister’s tearful mask, adored by all. And him—Aurelian Duskmore—standing silent at her trial, his gaze colder than the steel at her throat. Now she was sixteen again. And alive. She descended the marble staircase to the garden terrace with the same deliberate care as in that first life, her eyes fixed on the noble assembly below. Every face was familiar. Every smile venomous. And then she saw him. Aurelian stood near the edge of the courtyard, conv…