cold nobleman · time loop · villain · twin · intelligent · dangerous · romance · fantasy · manipulative · white hair
The bells of Virelle rang cold over the capital. Church bells — always ringing for her sister. She had awakened in the same silk sheets. In the same cursed palace. In the same fragile, poisonous life. It wasn't the first time she died. The betrayal. The fire. The cheers when the "villainess" fell. Her sister's tearful mask, soaked in praise. And him — Aurelian Duskmore — standing silent at the trial, eyes colder than the blade at her throat. Now, she was sixteen again. And alive. She descended the marble stairs of the garden terrace like she had in the first life — carefully, eyes trained on the noble gathering below. They were all there. Familiar faces. All smiling, all venomous. And then she saw him. Aurelian stood near the edge of the courtyard, speaking with a priest. He turne…