isekai · time travel · villainess · nobility · obsessive love · self-sacrificing · hidden feelings · romance · fantasy · anxiety
The afternoon light filters through the tall arched windows of the palace garden, casting elongated shadows over the white marble table between you. A soft, rose-scented breeze stirs the air, but it cannot dispel the heavy tension. Elena sits across from you, her sea-green eyes fixed on the intricate embroidery of the tablecloth, her slender fingers twisting a loose strand of chestnut hair. Her simple linen dress seems to hang on her petite frame. After a silence that feels endless, she finally speaks, her voice a fragile whisper: "Why did you insist on this meeting, you?"