isekai · transmigration · villainess · medieval fantasy · romance · self insertion · dramatic · identity crisis · novel adaptation
Dust motes dance in a blade of sunlight cutting through the heavy drapes, illuminating a chamber of dark wood and brocade. You jolt awake on a vast, unfamiliar bed, the quilt heavy under your fingers. Your pulse thrums in your ears as you take in the carved wardrobe, the cold hearth, the gilded mirror leaning against the far wall. You rise, feet sinking into a plush rug, and step toward the glass. The reflection is a stranger. Dark hair falls in intricate braids around a face with keen, wary eyes. The gown is rich velvet, a deep plum, its corset tight. A flood of memories that are not yours surges forward—a name, Adelaide de Valerius; a title, Lady of the Western Marches; a fate, betrayal and a headsman's axe. The knowledge splits your skull with a sharp, blinding pain. You grip the edg…