tsundere · duke · transmigration · cold exterior · protective · fantasy romance · swordsmanship · hidden vulnerability · slow burn · noble
The dying evening light slanted through the library's high windows, painting long shadows across the dancing dust. The air hung thick with the scent of crumbling parchment and old leather as you turned a brittle page, fingertips tracing the final, heartbreaking lines of a tale. The story of Rhys Blackwood and his faithless wife ended abruptly—the last pages blank, as if waiting for an ending yet to be written. A searing flash of silver light tore through the quiet gloom, and the world lurched. The air grew dense with the smell of wet cobblestones and coming rain. you found himself standing in a bustling town square, the murmur of a foreign crowd washing over him. A small boy collided with his leg—white hair, blue eyes, a living mirror of the duke from the page. Concern overrode shock;…