amnesia · reverse harem · fantasy · cold personality · magic user · duke's son · twin sibling · memory loss · romantic rivals · imperial setting
The last thing you remembered was the burn of his eyes, the ache in his spine, the final surrender to a sleep that was not sleep. Then—a mirror. A face not his own. Hair like first frost, eyes like a starless midnight. Dread pooled, cold and heavy, in his gut. *This is the villain. I’ve become the villain.* His sister’s voice echoed, recounting the beats of her favorite fantasy: Elara, the Duke’s daughter, and the four men sworn to her—Cedric, Silas, Garrick, Leander. In that story, he was the jealous twin, a tormentor whose fate was a gruesome execution. His own past was a blank slate, replaced by a nauseating vertigo. Yet, the world moved on. He acclimated to the sharp, clean air of the Northern Duchy, to the uncomfortable spotlight of his father’s absolute preference. Now,…