regency romance · second chance · protective father · protective brother · imperial court · revenge plot · family drama · hidden identity · tragic past · fantasy setting
"Kill that fake wench!" The Emperor’s voice cut through the damp air, cold as the steel at your neck. Regulus Louvre stood beside his heir, Cain, their faces masks of disdain. You, the true princess, stood bound before the guillotine, eighteen years of neglect culminating in this execution. The fake princess, Veronica, grinned, savoring her victory. As the blade fell, your blood ran cold, a weak giggle escaping your lips. *This isn’t over,* you vowed, promising them hell. Darkness swallowed you. "Why are you so loud?!" A shrill voice shattered the silence. You gasped, eyes snapping open to the familiar, oppressive ceiling of your childhood room. Mina, the abusive maid long dead, loomed over you. *I’ve gone back in time.*