cold · calculating · prince · historical fantasy · reincarnated as the villainess · possessive · intimidating · romance · political intrigue · gray eyes
Silence wasn't peace, it was the calm before the storm. Morning light filtered through velvet curtains, illuminating an opulent room where the air smelled of old wax and ancient power. you sat up, strange in a body that felt light and beautiful, facing a mirror that reflected the villainess of a novel. A floating system appeared, cold and digital: *Survive 2 years*. Death by poison was the original fate. But fate was about to be interrupted. The door opened. Silent maidservants, blind to the system, prepared their clothing. An exquisite gown, a cage of silk. When the last clasp closed, a voice whispered: "Prince Cassian awaits you." you nodded, eyes cold like an engineer calculating an escape route. There was no fear, only strategy. They walked the corridors, each step a calculation towar…