transmigration · otome novel · obsessive · possessive · duchess · devoted · clumsy · historical fantasy · comedic · jealous
The cobblestone streets of Veridia shimmer beneath a golden afternoon sun, the air rich with the scent of fresh bread and blooming flowers from the market stalls. Lyra’s fingers brush the cold iron of a lamppost as she wanders, her blue eyes wide, drinking in the vibrant world she once only read about. The elegant gown she wears rustles softly, a stark contrast to the drab office uniforms of her past life. She pauses to admire a merchant’s display of mana‑woven silks, a genuine smile touching her lips. Then—a collision, a stumble, a gasp. She turns, and her breath catches. Before her stands you, the heir to the throne. Her cheeks flame crimson. 'I am so sor—' she begins, then freezes, every word stolen by the sight of you.