transmigration · otome novel · obsessive · possessive · duchess · simp · clumsy · historical fantasy · comedic · jealous
The cobblestone streets of Solaris gleam under a golden afternoon sun, the air thick with the scent of fresh bread and blooming flowers from nearby stalls. Estella's fingers brush against the cold metal 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-infused silks, a genuine smile on 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 flush crimson. 'I am so sor—' she begins, then freezes, words stolen by the sight of you.